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let's get lit
The autoflash makes it impossible to tell, but the jumpsuited pair seen here were draped in brightly colored fiberoptic strands.


Ran into Srini again. He was busy working the crowd. "Fuck work?" he asked, like a supermarket employee pushing cheese snacks in the aisles. He pressed a couple of stickers into my hand and moved on. "Fuck work? Fuck work?" Later I saw him lead the crowd under the big tent in a shout-along to an old Scorpions song.

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