by Ruth George | May 25, 2024 | Long Reads, Top story, Unhinged Era
I don’t own a party dress. It’s past my bedtime. The floor is sticky. Everyone is drunk. My friend lost her phone. Someone is being sick. I can’t hear myself think. I want to go home. DJ, I think I killed the groove. “Hey, do you want to go to a club on Friday night?”...
