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And just like that my night instantly dampened.


In walked Cassie, someone I still grapple with the idea of ever calling a friend. She was bumbling her way into the bar, purposefully loud to attract attention. I could already hear her punctuating the end of every sentence with that witchy laugh. That awful, haunted, unholy sound.


I find it strange there was ever a time that we might’ve laughed in...