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I close my eyes and wait for it. the first split, splat, silently tapping on my shoulder, waiting for me to turn around and greet another of its kind. The simplest thing in the
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The music grips my heart, leading it into a dance of love and resentment. I move my hips to the beat, trying to forget. Trying to forget what had brought me here, what brings m
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