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| With an obviously excited expression on my face I stand in front of La Morgue. This was a club that my brother and I went to. The dance floor was so packed, each person had only a little more than a body-sized space to dance. That's all right though, once I started going crazy, I got more room. Got some compliments, probably due to the fact that I was flailing around and people might've thought compliments would get me to stop. People are a lot friendlier when they've had something to drink. |
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