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... " I tilted my phone toward the crowd, pulsing lights, bass shaking the floor. The chat exploded with heart emojis and comments drooling over me.
I leaned back in the VIP booth, black shirt half-buttoned, glass of champagne in hand. "You’re watching the Kier Blackwood channel, the life you can’t afford but love to watch," I said with a smirk.
The comments poured in. Kier, you’re a god! Notice me! What’s tonight’s drink?
"Champagne," I said, raising my glass. "The expensive ...
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