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She leaned against the bar, vodka mojito in hand, and looked out at the bridal party stuffing $5 bills down the male dancers’ g-string. Why on earth did I agree to come out with these girls tonight?
Since moving to Toronto 5 years ago, Vicky had completely reinvented herself. She’d lost 50 pounds, successfully established herself as a highly sought after freelance photographer, purchased a 1,400 square foot condo overlooking the lake, made a few friends and dated frequently. To her friends and family back home, she seemed to have it all.
She checked her watch and realized that if she left at that moment, she could make it to her condo with 10 minutes to spare before the opening montage of Saturday Night Live. As she looked up, the bridal party was hooting and hollering at the newest group of dancers making their way on stage so she picked up her handbag and left.
As she pushed her way through the crowds on the sidewalk on her way to the subway, one lone tear escaped but she quickly brushed it away. So she kept going - past the long line ups with the trendy people hoping to get into the clubs, past the patios with people spilling out onto the street and past the restaurants with happy couples sitting in the window.
Then, she saw him.
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