𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃

A dark night, open skies, the moon shines through the broken window. With an ice cold  can of Cara in your left hand you climb the dusty stairs. Your two corona buddies are already on the roof. Music is playing, it gets louder as you go up. The stairs creak on every beat. Time to dance.

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