reblog
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Overgron

Dianna Agron was 26 years old and worked as a salesperson in a big clothing company store in San Francisco. She loved it and loved her boss, who also happened to be a good friend of hers. One Friday night though, after closing the store, Dianna looked at the clock. It was 10 o’clock. She locked the door and let out a heavy sigh. Here she was again, going home, alone, after a long day of work. Friday nights were like any other nights for the young blonde. She was single, almost 30 years old and no children, no boyfriend. She had given all her time and energy to the store and didn’t look twice at her personal life. Sure she had been out with a few guys, some customers who had given her their number but none of them were up to Dianna’s standards.

That night, Dianna decided to make changes in her life. She went home and put a nice dress on, applied make up to her flawless face and curled her hair before she made her way downtown and entered a night club, determined to have fun tonight. Whatever happens happens. She needed a bit of adventure in her life. She sat at the counter and asked for a Long Island before she found herself checking her phone. The girl shook her head and turned off her phone. Nope, work wasn’t going to be on her mind tonight…