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A musty aroma hung inside the ballroom; chairs with cracked leather and curved backs sprinkled across. It was late, nearing two in the morning and the minutes dragged on to the rhythm of the puffs the gentlemen lounging on the chairs expelled. The nicotine was almost palpable, addictive in the air. A few woman danced on the floor, swinging their arms to the music with eyes tightly closed and lips pursued as if to sip the singer's oaky tones. Hair perfectly curled and lips painted a dark red. But in the corners, you could see two women kissing tenderly on the lips, and just out of focus a young soldier with freckles caressed the arm of a man w