Dear diary,
Music was like being swallowed by the Universe, and drums and heart beats, bright lights and glittery dust. It was a lonely night but Cleo was here, so everything was fine, in the end.
Music was like being swallowed by the Universe, and drums and heart beats, bright lights and glittery dust. It was a lonely night but Cleo was here, so everything was fine, in the end.
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