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The vulgarity of it all was intoxicating. Another swing and perhaps she will let go, another twirl and perhaps she will dive. It was like stringing marshmallows on a scorching rope. She was all set to cut the fine line with her burning tongue. The stroboscopic lights distracted her enough to feign gullibility. The clamorous beats resonated in her bright wide eyes and she whispered into his right ear.

Just keep dancing, you tempestuous stranger. Just keep dancing.

 

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