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Last night I wore liquid eyeliner and a patterned dress several sizes too big for me to a Great Gatsby-themed party. It was in a beautiful house by the lake, and some time around midnight everybody stumbled out back to jump into the cold water. I stripped down to my underwear and floated on my back. I let water fill my ears and stared at the unmoving, dusty glow of the milky way.

I held Ryan's hand on the drive back to his house. The convertible top was off, and I stretched my arms into the warm summer wind, feeling positively drunk off of expensive rum and positive emotion.