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The giant tilted his head, studied Leo’s scuffed oxfords and the frayed cuff of his corduroy jacket. Then, with a grunt, he stepped aside.

The question is: what will you leave behind? club seventeen classic

She placed a lowball glass of something amber in front of him. Leo sipped. It tasted like burnt sugar, cayenne, and the memory of a first kiss. The giant tilted his head, studied Leo’s scuffed

He hailed a cab.

Leo slid into a booth. A waitress appeared, her beehive hair impossibly high. “What’ll it be, hon?” She placed a lowball glass of something amber

The Seventeen was already walking back to the piano. Over his shoulder, he said, “That’s the key to the door behind the door. But I wouldn’t use it, if I were you. Not unless you’re ready to trade your own seventeen nights for one more verse.”