He grabbed my hand last night. I knew him best for beating a man's face in beyond recognition in the bathroom of my old work.
He grabbed my hand, and said 'we're only friends if you dance with me right now.'
We tore shit up. People may have died. I don't remember. It's all a big blur, sometimes.
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