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Confessions of a Wallflower

The dank aroma of overripe hormones filled the air as dazzling diamonds of light pierced the awkwardly swaying bodies. The disco ball, dutifully spinning above a swarming mass of sweaty palms, seemed oddly ethereal compared to the social dynamics being clumsily forged below.

In the center of the dance floor, unnatural blondes clenched their teeth as they pretended to be proficient at walking in heels. Meanwhile…