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“Dawn’s pale light reached through the windows, vanishing the orgy’s petals. Everywhere glasses only half-drunk and cigarette butts. Everywhere parts of bodies scattered in sodomite disarray. An arm wrapped around a stomach, a leg tangled in oblivion. A brown torso with a loca’s drool pooling on the chest. A buttock or two peeping out from the draped sheets, dripping with the fluids of the proletariat.”