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Asahd's POV:

The later it got, the crazier, things seemed to get. Everyone was drunk or making out. The partying was nonstop.

I'd ended up dancing with quite a number of girls and it did me good to stop thinking about my new and ugly life.

I was tipsy from the few drinks I had and I knew there was no way I was going to drive myself back home in such a state.

I took my phone out and texted Saïda, hoping she was still up to see it. I said I wasn't going to ...