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Part2
Life continued as normal after the party and neither of us could bare to speak about it to one another for fear of the other making an admission of regret. We continued to socialise as if the actions that took place some months ago hadn’t happened and as if we hadn’t held each other so intently. As if we hadn’t wanted to fuck each others brains out that night. We moved as strangers along side each other, almost like ghosts. I began to believe that it hadn’t happened and as the months ticked by I was convinced that the whole thing had been a figment of my imagination.
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A friend of mine has a wonderful flat in the heart of the city. You can see the cities skyline from the lounge and it’s interior is as upmarket as one might expect in such an elite city. He threw a party at his plush bachelor pad on a summer evening in August of the same year. Our friends are close and there are around 25 of us; all of us had been invited to this party and we were all excited. Nora was going to be there. I work at a snooker bar in a different town and unfortunately I was scheduled to work that night. I was annoyed but I figured I wouldn’t miss much and I would roll up to the party later.