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The Dance Floor

The Dance Floor

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Fantasy
Do you like to dance? How do you dress for a night on the town? who do you dance with? How many partners have you had on the floor? This story embodies the power of relationships, secrets and timing all in one spot. On the dance floor. Yet the time varies... and wherever the sun is; in the sky or on the other side of the world, can tell what is in the open, and what is "taboo" or "forbidden". -EZ
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