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𝙴𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚒𝚗'𝚝
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢
The music played through my home, my skirt scratching against my thighs as I danced around; kooks and pogues dazed in a drugged or drunken state. Despite the war between figure 8 and the cut, we were able to have some fun.
Sarah, Kie and I had been dancing against one another in my living room; on the knock off Persian rug my mother acquired at Walmart. Sarah placed her hands on my hips as I leaned my head against Kie's shoulder, we moved the music; hips in sync high on the mdma we had taken earlier.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚎
𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝
𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎
(𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝)
"I'm gonna go out side and get a drink" Kiara waved her hand in a fanning motion towards her cocoa face as she made he way through the crowd
"I'm gonna join her" sarah panted as beads of sweat were rolling down her forehead
