The Last Dance at the Halo
The champagne tasted like money and the money tasted like other people's pain. I knew this because I had spent twenty-seven years learning exactly where fortune came from and where it went. The party was in full swing—jazz pouring from the piano in the corner, women in silk dresses spinning across the dance floor, men in tuxedos laughing with the loud, careless laughter of men who believed the...
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