(As I pay for my books and begin to leave the bookstore, a new freshman catches my eye as I walk past. I keep walking, but I can’t help but take a second glance at her figure. “She would make a hell of a dance partner.” I could imagine her in a salsa dress twirling on the dance floor. “I have to have her, but I’ll have to find the right moment to approach.” I left the store with her in the back of my head and went back to my dorm room to put my books away.)
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