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"such a stereotype," Jane scoffed. "Helloo, seexy laidy, I want to get you drunk that I'll have to carry you home," Jane mockingly mimicked, her words slurring. Martha couldn't hold back the laughter that was choking her when she saw Jane's facial expression. Disgust was written all over her face.
"I am so done with stereotypes," Jane said with a sober finality. "Martha, do you know what I crave?" Jane asked her friend. Before Martha could speak, Jane continued, "I crave different. I crave mystery. You know like a puzzle, I have to piece together. I crave to indulge my mind, to keep it alert. I crave surprises. Comfort? Comfort is boring, Martha. I don't want normal.I don't want available."
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It was a random Tuesday, Jane and Martha had gone out for drinks, a girls night out theme. They had chosen the table near the bar. It was supposed to be their night out; gossip, get drunk, dance, scream alongside the music. Then Jason, as he had introduced himself, showed up offering to buy Jane a drink with a hint of taking her home.
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