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The Genius The music was thumping and pounding and thundering deep into the wooden floor. All in black she came around the crowd moving flawlessly with the crashing beat that ripped into space and she passed and moved, the lights circled and pulsed, and there were lots of girls moving, but not like her. She entered the crowd and was gone. But the music continued and that vision will stay forever. Of the thumping, and moving, and circling. and how unimportant I felt compared to her. |
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