My current fantasy is a nasty, sweaty dance party, one that starts at three a.m. and runs through dawn, me and a hundred people I’ve never met jumping around to a sound system that drills through the walls.
I didn’t always like crowds. In my twenties, I told people I didn’t like to be in large groups, …
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