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It’s 6 a.m. on the last day of Miami Music Week, one of the world’s biggest EDM conferences, and Z and I are still at Factory Town, the after-hours center of it all. We’ve been here since 11 p.m. and the night/morning is a potent cocktail of DJs, elaborate LED screens, and people-watching. The nearly 5,000 attendees wear outfits ranging from spaceman costumes to plain T-shirts to fishnets and thongs. Thanks to the thrift store sweatshirt I’ve just purchased from one of the marketplace vendors, I’m no longer shivering in the late-night/early-morning air.

I have, however, been yawning since 4 a.m., but Z isn’t ready to leave. Nor does he understand the gripping fear of needing a couple hours of sleep before one or both of your children come hurtling into your bedroom, asking whe

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