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you're dancing in a miscellaneous bangkokian club and everyone is happy. the lights flash around you as you attain two to three feet of air with your legs all a-jangle and arms flailing. it's as if the world has become smaller and capable of everything great.
each and every pore exudes happiness and at this moment, you are coursing along the same river as every living thing in the universe. to your left and right, smiling faces contort and shape to make what could be described as the closest thing to a state of bliss, as can be had in such a loud blaring place.
far off in the distance, merrymakers have mounted the podiums and larger speakers; gods of sound and movement. they claim their spot and own their own five-foot bubble of ecstasy. surely no other moment in the last few have been as pleasant as this one.
your small band of dancing friends are all obtuse angles and sparkles, and they look dead sexy. in mid-air, you look down upon the massive crowd that has now gathered on the dance floor, and for one brief shiny gravity-defiant moment, you feel as if no one can take this away from you ever.
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