In between worlds
The flames from the kitchen fireplaces roared, and the dim lights flickered. Music was making people a little too loudly, or maybe that was the drinks. I've chosen not to drink this trip, sticking to coffee and water, yet now I feel like I'm stranded here by the food table, not knowing how to break in to the little pockets of conversation. I ask the ser…
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