The Dare

By Gowan Bush.   The vodka made the rounds and each of the six girls drew it straight from the bottle. A pall fell on the group as they each came to the realization that the reminiscing part of the evening was over. “All right, gals,” exclaimed Hannah, their host for the evening, while clapping her hands, “the time is upon us. We will cease to exist as a group next week, as most of us go off to different

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