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She lived a life that was daunting and full.
She danced in venues throughout the country, almost every evening, until her chest pooled in sweat and her lips tasted it. She drank with admirable women and volunteered everywhere. She had a fire in her, one that could never be poured out or forgotten. Anyone that met her, craved her at midnight, when the only thing awake was their memory.
Innocent craving from most; a wave from across the room, letters of infatuation, paid for meals.
Never love. Never this. Never forever. She could never sit still for long. It felt like a sin to do so. To be asleep when the rest of the world was wide awake. Taxi rides and swimming in all the oceans and singing The Smiths in karaoke bars. She did not like the quiet because she lived a perfect life of dancing.
