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We arrived back at the car after shopping around. The air between us was tense, hostile. The kind of tense when you know a relationship is nearing its end. “Do you want to eat anything before we head back home?” I asked. He was looking at his phone intently, not responding. “Hey,” I said more…
We were at a house party that gradually turned larger and larger, until the scene reflected a day-time EDC. Multiple stages, artists, thousands of people. We got split up and attempted to communicate via text to locate each other. Raves are notorious for having poor cell reception. “I’m going to Sky Lounge.” I read and…