“I think we should go” Damon said, looking at the clock. It was eleven p.m. “Okay, I’ll just go refresh myself and then we can leave” Elena said. She got up and walked to a red door siguiente to the desk. To get there she had to pass the mesa, tabla were tattoo-guy and companions were still sitting. She felt her corazón beating faster and she got sweaty palms. But they didn’t look up and she reached the bathroom without a problem. When she closed the door behind her she dared to breathe again. There were two doors opposite of each other. One dicho men, the other women. She opened the women’s...
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