There was a time, almost 9 years ago now, when my first summer spent at raves in Las Vegas kicked in. At first, I regarded ravers as dope addled idiots, day-glo clowns listening to horrible electronic beeps and boops, spouting asinine terms like PLUR to the media. And so it started, the point where one from the out-set slowly became one of
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I got good marks on this essay, the opening sentence is weak though.
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