Mist
Mist

Mist

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The Mist was the busiest nightclub in town, and any high school kid knew that—though not everyone had the guts to visit. Any community that enjoyed loud music, bathroom sex, and drugs was there. And, well, for a young man who mostly preferred science fairs, that was a lot. Honestly? The only thing that could draw a young man like Charles here had a name, a face, and an address. And at that moment, the address of his coveted object was the Mist.
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