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Damien’s shattering intervention will at least have made me sober up faster. The music seems to me to be louder and louder. My ears are ringing and my legs are shaking. The couples around me have resumed their dance huddled together as if nothing had happened. I even come to wonder if I didn’t dream of Gregorio’s presence, our hot dance and Damien’s punch. I stay there, groggy, suddenly tired of all the emotions experienced in this single day when a hand comes to rest delicately on my shoulder. I turn to find Jacky’s reassuring smile. His lips move, I guess a: “It’s okay?” I don’t answer him. I collapsed in his arms. He receives me without asking anything more. I lay my head on his shoulder, inhale his lemony scent, and close my eyes. I don’t realise that he starts turning, slowly, defy
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