The taxi home drove through streets that had been scrubbed clean by rain and light. I clutched my invitation; it had softened at the folds and the ink had smudged where my palm had pressed too hard. I could have sworn I heard a song from the night still lingering in the hum of the engine — a single line about the inevitability of mornings — and I held onto it like a charm.
Outside, the rain finally came. It drummed a steady rhythm against the windows and beads ran like tiny regrets down the glass. Someone opened the doors and the step filled with people who needed the rain as punctuation for their thoughts. We spilled into the street, sneakers slipping in neon puddles, hair cold and damp, the city smelling of wet asphalt and possibility. privatesociety 24 09 17 we know how to party xx portable
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