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hard to breathe
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I don't even know any of these people, I don't even live on this side of town...

At this point I do not even recall how I managed to get into a house party.

The music was thumping and the lighting was a deep grayish blue. People were everywhere, some singular and others twined together like twizzlers.

Did she... did she just smoke dope out of a pizza... nope I gotta get some air.

I stumbled through the dancing, grinding bodies and nearly tripped over the threshold to get outside. I didn't even remember drinking, hell I didn't remember a thing.

I found myself collapsing onto a hammock, the music still thumping from inside the house. A very dry, vibrating trill that made my insides jumble.