One more tiny square falls off our battered disco ball and the light refracted becomes less defined and the dark patches from where shimmers once emitted start to dominate, the whole now imperfect. Eventually no light will reflect back at all, our moves a memory held only by the minority. Which is what made this particular evening so interesting.

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