When she stepped onto the stage he saw nothing, really. Perhaps the flash of the deep orange ruffles on her dress, or maybe the quick, peeking shine of her black shoes. Cigar and cigarette smoke floated through the air, creating a thick haze that blurred colors, light, and sound together in a murky mezcla. Sticky with sweat and putrid with body
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I loved your description of the dance (and the Spanish words you threw in... like Quan... but better. Hahah.).
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