6″It was the school dance. Everyone was dancing with their partners. My boyfriend, Brock, forgot. But that's okay. I understand. Suddenly, I hear footsteps. Oh, it's you! The pretty one! Oh! Hello!. Why are you- I get cut off by you grabbing my wrist and starting to dance with me. It's not a long time before my whole face goes red... Oh...I....I don't refuse. Although my mind tells me to walk away, I just let you lead the dance. Your hands feel good on mine. I should stop, but...
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