It’s pitch-black back here. I wipe the sweat form my sticky powdered forehead with a shaky, unsteady hand. Deep breath. Painfully, I choke down the thick aroma of hairspray and sweaty feet. The music stops. The lights go off. Clumsily, we wander around lost in the blackness, trotting heavily on each other’s feet, feeling around with our hands
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