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2002-11-01
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I felt like a million dollars. Amidst the crowded chaos of a bar I screamed at Becca that I felt extravagant--that I was living life in the clatter of ice cubes, the waft of liquor, the flirting of drag queens, the tireless dancing, the disco ball, the rotating chairs, and the circle of friends who kiss me, spin me, and tell me I'm sexy.
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