| Dancing at work |
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| Friday, 13 October 2006 19:10 | |||
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We move the coffeetable to the side. And stand before each other. Too close for comfort. I try not to look into her eyes but still listen to what she says. She steps back and forth again. Then to the left and to the right. After a few tries and a few laughs I grab her hand and and pull her close to me, as I look into her eyes. She lets go and says she needs music to do this. I know her better than that. She spends 10 minutes looking for the right song. She comes back and grabs my hand and we start to dance.
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