Dangerous thirst
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"Seeing him in his white suit got me thinking... 'should I take his hand?' He begins to waltz towards me, the orchestra in the background playing so loud the room is silent. For every step he took towards me, was another towards him. Soon, our hands interlocked, our starry eyes matching one another before we take our dance on the the floor."
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