Wordle #421

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Inspired by Sunday Whirl

I saw smoke in the mirror and the electric stage in the back watching the people sway to the beat on the dance floor. Some might come to a clash what with all the elbowing going on in that tight group. My sexy waiter removed the cork, very sensual-like against the jazz sounds coming from the band. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. This jive turkey flashed a big grin, thinking he could pluck me away. I decided to empower or at least encourage him by flashing back my big fake grin. 

Then I gave him the finger.

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