The club was already in full swing by the time I got there, my body moving with the music as I walked through the door. Everyone was dressed up in their costumes, or at least something that they could dance in. There were a few people hanging out around the edges of the room, but most people were on the dance floor, swinging their hips and clapping their hands to the beat of the music. You tossed your bag to one of your friends and headed out onto the dance floor as well, shutting your eyes and allowing the music to move you through the mass of bodies.
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Year of 365
RandomA mess of short stories, poems, and whatever else I feel like writing. I will be continuing this for one year and in June 2022 I'll end it.
