My ears are foaming with noise residue, my hair is chaos, and I'm covered in sweat. Other people's sweat. (And, upon closer inspection, the cuff of my pant leg is covered in a splash of some vomitlike substance ... )
There is nothing like wrapping up a month of high anxiety with
a night of socially acceptable violence, set to the songs that
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