It was just another typical Friday night with my best friend, and we were doing our usual thing—having drinks while she waited for her husband. That was how we unwound at the end of a heavy week. Sometimes, I got lucky and found my own male companionship. Most times, however, I simply kept Crystal company and then went home. Alone.
She tucked her brown, kinky hair behind an ear—although it didn’t move out of place. “Girl, you know somebody thought Jeffrey Dahmer was cute too.”
I shook my head. Did Crystal really say that? “Dramatic much?”
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