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They seldom looked happy. They passed one another without a word in the elevator, like silent shades in hell, hell-bent on their next look from a handsome stranger. Their next rush from a popper. The next song that turned their bones to jelly and left them all on the dance floor with heads back, eyes nearly closed, in the ecstasy of saints receiving the stigmata.
Eric Garber -
When you put something down that happened, people often don't believe it; whereas, you can make up anything, and people assume it must have happened to you.
Eric Garber