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I want to talk about tonight but I'm afraid I'm too busy licking my self-inflicted wounds to do so. Tonight felt really good, the music was wonderful (alternating floors). Funny - even the younger crowd dances more to the older songs, or older style (electroclash is a fun but weird space).
Ah oh. Mixed messages, sent received, and processed. Despite my start it was a hard night not to disappear into...I could tell it was just on the horizon, through a stranger or a drink. I know it's empty, but tonight it was hard to say no to. Funny that my no is a level of moderation. No is a glancing blow.
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