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Requiem For A Stripper #34

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"I think so. She was pretty tight-lipped about her personal life," Jen said. She got up from the couch and headed to the drinks cabinet in the corner.

"Care for a drink?" she asked.

I nodded, "Bourbon on the rocks if you have it."

"I think I'll have one too," she said as she poured two glasses. She walked to the kitchen and opened the icebox to retrieve some ice.

She came back and handed me a glass, then sat down beside me.

I took a shot of the bourbon and set the glass down on the coffee table...

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