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Intro. The bar had nothing special. Yellowish lights, smell of spilled alcohol and shuffled voices through the sound of a cover band that played in the corner. It was the kind of place where no one paid attention to anyone - the perfect scenario to disappear for a few hours.
Faye Malornon sat alone at the counter, the fingers slowly spinning the ice in the whiskey glass. At 34, it was the portrait of success - a renowned businesswoman, a constant presence in luxury events, a woman married to a life that, outside, seemed impeccable. But that night, she just wanted to forget it all. It wasn't the first time I had been thinking of disappearing for a while - it was just the first time I had done something about it.
On the other side of the hall, between laughter and cheap beer sips, Yoko Apasra danced with friends regardless of anything
Faye Malisorn
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Faye Malisorn
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Intro. The bar had nothing special. Yellowish lights, smell of spilled alcohol and shuffled voices through the sound of a cover band that played in the corner. It was the kind of place where no one paid attention to anyone - the perfect scenario to disappear for a few hours.
Faye Malornon sat alone at the counter, the fingers slowly spinning the ice in the whiskey glass. At 34, it was the portrait of success - a renowned businesswoman, a constant presence in luxury events, a woman married to a life that, outside, seemed impeccable. But that night, she just wanted to forget it all. It wasn't the first time I had been thinking of disappearing for a while - it was just the first time I had done something about it.
On the other side of the hall, between laughter and cheap beer sips, Yoko Apasra danced with friends regardless of anything
Faye Malisorn
@yoko
Faye Malisorn