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Yet another of my distant acquaintances was turning 21 tonight. I think that's the thirteenth this year and I'm not afraid to say that I'm more than a little over the endless speeches, which are all by now sounding very much the same, and the joyful reunions of friends forgotten, whom are also sounding very much the same as well. The free alcohol, however, was still remarkably appealing, thus I dragged myself off to the generic club where the party was playing out with the same old DJ playing the same old music under the same old lights and decorations. I made sure I arrived a good 90 minutes late this time to avoid those inevitable and mind-numbingly boring conversations people have when they're sober but have nothing to say. To top it off my girlfriend Shannon was not with me tonight, as is usual for a Friday night she was working behind the bar at the local pub.

Walking into the party as if I'd done it a thousand times before I made a quick and utterly superficial presentation to the host before carving a beeline for the bar, making shallow comments and passing smiles to the familiar faces as I went. I ordered a beer, propped an elbow on the bar and turned to survey the prospects before me. The usual array of high school friends that had gone their separate ways had realigned themselves with their old school allies, milling around in packs of half a dozen or so bodies. Then surprised, my eyes fell on the far corner of the room. Filling that space alongside the DJ's speakers was Kristy Hamilton and her high school boyfriend, Steve Duran who was evidently also her current boyfriend. "What a waste" I said to myself. ...

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