Fake Weekends

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The bars were bustling, and tons of drinks were flowing. 

Lights were getting bright, and the dance floor was growing. 

I taped my heels together as my friend got shots. 

She was ready to talk, but I was wanting to go trot. 

Despite my urge to two-step, I sat with my friend. 

We spoke over drinks as though it were the weekend.

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