Levy stumbled, trying to
breathe, clawing at his tie. As his throat closed he remembered the odd tasting
drink sent over by the girl at the bar. What was her name again? She was the
one he pissed off at the Lava Lounge on Monday, telling her to fuck off. She
put something in his drink. Eyes bulging, he crumpled to the sidewalk sure
she’d poisoned him. In a pool of light across the street the girl smiled,
watching Levy thrash on the cold sidewalk.
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