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Jenny Su

The next day, the parties were basically over. We finally found one square in town that was still lively. It was their first year entering the contest, their cross had won first prize, and it seemed they’d been celebrating ever since. It was a scene of exhausted, hung-over happiness—as if they’d been eating, drinking, and dancing for 24 hours (which they probably had). Now the cross was abandoned—missing carnations like a bum misses his teeth—and the dancing was over. The last of the revelers gathered around the makeshift bar that seemed to provide physical support for those determined but barely able to carry on. I needed dancing around the cross for our TV show. Isabel said they were finished dancing.

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