sorely reminiscent of my own first real drunk(well maybe my second?)
at this polish wedding i was afeared of course to interact and then after having some screwdrivers just asked folks to danc with me
friend's father asked him to ask me w as I okay?
well i biked home and thought(i was sixteen) wow i danced i danced
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