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In a brand new red coat with her song in her earbuds, Hana struts through downtown Toronto like she's shooting a music video, with a subway grate for a wind machine, a coffee cart cup caught on the beat, and a banker doing her moves, all the way to the tower lobby, where the security guard tells her it's Saturday, so she says take two and walks it back to brunch.

A Newark church deacon sneaks into a pitch dark warehouse house party and dances for three hours beside a stranger in a bucket hat who hollers like a preacher, until the lights come up at 4 a.m. on his own pastor, and on Sunday the sermon is about David dancing in the street while the organist slides the warehouse groove into the hymn.

The fastest fine print voice in Burbank has read the last five seconds of every car, pill, and casino ad for fourteen years while nobody listens, until a studio lawyer slides him a forty page contract and says nobody reads this, and he reads it back at full speed, finds fourteen years of unpaid reruns, and walks out with a check so big it has an asterisk.

Sixteen friends pack one Enshrouded server, name every chest MINE, build a tower with a door that won't latch, and wipe all sixteen on the Scavenger Matron's poison cloud while she heals back up, then win the second try and watch Marco run off with her helmet.

An accounts payable guy on the thirty first floor of a Chicago office tower offers leftover birthday cake to his team and accidentally sends it to all eighty eight thousand employees in forty countries, setting off a reply all storm that crashes the server by noon, until the CEO replies all asking what kind of cake and puts him in charge of company emails.

She finally takes her first solo vacation in five years, lands in Barcelona, and her bag doesn't, so while the tracker shows her suitcase touring Madrid, Ibiza, and a ferry without her, she spends the whole week in one yellow dress with nothing but her carry on and has the best trip of her life.

Seven months after the baby, a new mom gets her first night out while her husband holds down the house, checks the baby app between every song, wears a spit up stain like a medal, scares off a man at the bar with twenty baby photos, and is home at 11:59 to sway with both of them asleep on the couch.

A deadpan nightclub bouncer works the Saturday rope against the DJ's fake cousin, a twelve person birthday, a fifty dollar bribe, and the club's own owner, who isn't on the list he wrote, lets in only his mama with a plate of oxtail, then gets put on a forty minute wait at the 4 a.m. diner.

A park bench speed chess shark lets a cocky guy with a chess app win the first one minute game, takes him for double or nothing as the whole fountain crowd gathers, wins on time with his opponent one move from mate, then hands the white pieces to a ten year old.

When the Friday night power cut hits a Johannesburg apartment block, neighbors who never talk move the party to the parking lot with phone torches and a car boot speaker, and when the lights come back on at ten, the security guard whose job is keeping them on switches every one off again.

When a cancelled flight strands two strangers overnight in an empty terminal, they turn the moving walkway into a dance floor, walking it backward so they never reach the end, until the 6 a.m. boarding calls send them to opposite gates.

A city cabbie keeps the plastic meter cap flipped up for his old teacher and the neighbors who still call him by his boyhood name.

A best man dances the whole reception in blistering rental shoes that never fit, and still asks the bride's sister for one more song.

Night-shift warehouse crew turns pallet jacks into a silent dance until the scanner beeps wrong.

Somebody keeps stealing lunch from the office fridge. The Sharpies come out.