The muted, brown tones that coated the main exhibit hall of the Indiana Convention Center were merely a vessel for waves of noise and humanity. Taking reprieve of my exodus from the exhibit hall, I found myself slouched to the side of the hallway.
My feet bayed in pain like a wolf mournfully howling at the moon, though the reality was far less romantic. In this sea of noise, sweat, and revelry I was auditorily assaulted by fragments of conversations coming from each and every direction.
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