As I walk out of the office building, the office prison, I am once again confronted by James, looking excited as ever
"Hey Dom, guess what we're doing tomorrow night" I racked my brain with forgotten thoughts and plans, but nothing came out
"Uh-
"We're going to Lavish" He almost glares at me
"Uh-
C'mon, it'll be fun. Please, bro, I need a wing man". Of course, a wing man in the plight to pick up chicks, is the epitome of importance. And this will provide a decent amount of amusement for one weekend
"Sure, I'll go" And that's when his eyes preach forgiveness and steady themselves
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The man who dreamed about muse
General FictionA weird and maybe even wonderful Muse story
