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<title>#2305 &#8212; None, from Through These Gates by Corey Alderdice</title>
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<description>&quot;I have this theory about clubs. 
You've probably seen it all in action, especially if you're a guy of average looks in your early to mid-twenties. If you're of the female persuasion, well, you're probably oblivious. This theory is rather simple in mechanics, but—like gravity—I find that I am damned&#8230;&quot;</description>
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