They knew that, in the morning, there would be a fight.
Neither of them could handle a hangover that well, and all the frustrations and
problems their relationship was filled with would boil over. It would be the
sort of epic, protracted argument that broke up relationships.
They didn’t talk about it, both of them focusing on enjoying
the copious booze and good music. But even through the drunken haze, they
sensed this was the end.
She offered a hand. Her partner took it, and together the
ladies danced one last time, hoping to delay the inevitable.
But sadly, no…
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