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LUKE'S POV
Since I had gotten a phone call from this crazy woman, I went to meet her. Tiffany had told me that the both of us should meet at this nightclub. And of course, I knew what she wanted to talk about. It was about her pregnancy; that's even if she was pregnant.
I couldn't actually tell, though, but I had a feeling that she was just making up all of this, probably to get to me or something. Well, I couldn't start jumping to conclusions or heeding these thoughts. She might be correct, and I might be the knucklehead around here.
The moment I approached the nightclub, the thumping bass could be felt reverberating through the walls, setting the tone for the evening ahead. The neon lights flickered and danced, casting an otherworldly glow on the streets outside. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the heavy door and stepped into the dimly lit space.
The club was a sensory overload; the air was thick with a heady mix of sweat, perfume, and alcohol. Strobe lights flashed erratical

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