Allison was sitting at Starbucks, inhaling her 5th cigarette of the day (it was only 12 in the afternoon) taking in the nicotine and browsing through her Tumblr dashboard, not really looking. She had a rough night. Sure being surrounded by her best friends in a bar full of really good looking people and okay music is never a bad thing, but last night, when Allison was dancing with one of her closest friend, Isabelle, she just felt like she was pretty much sick of this lifestyle.
Allison wasn't really sure what it was, but this question kept bugging her throughout the night "What happens next?"
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