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Dancing

A remix of an old Beyonce song was blasting from the stereo as Corrine and her friends danced in a circle. She couldn’t actually hear the music, but she knew it was there. The lights were low and she couldn’t tell who was who. Actually, she could barley see two inches in front of her face. All of the sweaty bodies on the dance floor formed into one big mosh pit. Corinne flung her hands above her head and began jumping around. The club smelled musky and stale. Corinne looked down and realized she could probably wring-out her sweaty tank top, so she shoved through the dancers to go grab a water.

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