After the dance, they walked through the most noisy night in a city, passing through the dance floor, champagne, desire and stares, driving away from everything called reason.
She wore a feather skirt, stepped on high heels, and lit a cigarette. He followed in the back seat, laughing and calling her crazy.
But no one knew that they all actually escaped from the life trajectory that should have belonged to others that night.
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