It was a warm summer night when Zosia, a girl with sparkling eyes, decided to head out into the city. She put on a breezy short skirt and made her way toward the lively market square. The streets pulsed with music drifting from pubs, and colorful neon lights reflected in her smile. When she reached the square, something inside her snapped—the rhythm swept her away like a wave. Zosia tossed her bag to the ground and began to dance as if no one was watching. She twirled, jumped, and waved her arms, her movements like an explosion of joy. Passersby stopped, some clapped, others joined in, forming a spontaneous circle of dancers. Zosia laughed loudly, her hair flying in the air, and the world around her seemed to dance along with her.
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