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She stepped into the spotlight like a butterfly released from its cocoon. Her dyed hair burnt like a flame, her eyes remained theatrically downcast as the music built to its crescendo.
I knew something memorable was imminent.
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12th August: I have yet to tire of Madrid. Some come and go but there is always a group of the best people to dance and drink and flirt with. (I can frequently accomplish all three simultaneously.)
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He turns his neck in darkness, looks at the clock, the date, a cone of light shines down from a lamp, circled light on smudgy pages, his head returns to the warm light.
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