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And with my feet blackened from the night before, I recall the possibilities it had held. How it only took a grasp of my hand and a whisper of "follow me" and I was led off into the night, wearing no shoes or substantial clothing. Looking for a place to ourselves, away from people who care about such things. Finding a newly built house that hadn't been moved into yet and attempting to break in. And by pulling me closer, and pressing his lips to mine, he set off a fire in me, making me even more determined to follow through. But then the realization that there were people waiting for us, and surely wondering about us. And on that thought we end the night, with my new companion and I trudging reluctantly back to the party, full of possible explanations for where we had been.