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You hear music in the background,
then laughter and a group of people having a casual, fine time. You hear soundsof alcohol: bottles chinking, ice striking insides of glasses and the few voices of those who keep coming back for more a little too fast. You're half-asleep as you think what kind of party are the neighbors having at this time of the night? But then you sit up and the din of the music, voices and the party clear from your head. You don't remember dreaming anything similar to that but there it was in your half-state. It makes you wonder what would have happened if you had just laid there longer just to hear what would have happened.
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