The Distant Affair
The party was loud. The chandeliers shook in their crystal cages. You stood by the buffet table, holding a glass of red wine that had gone warm in your hand. You were not supposed to be here. You knew this. The air smelled of expensive perfume and stale cigar smoke. It smelled of a life you had already left behind. But you were here. You looked at your friend. His name was Julian. He wore a...
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