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writings about
walking around
,
the prom
,
and
moving forward
.
He glanced my way and grinned.
I smirked back and mumbled, "I don't dance."
He shot me a skeptical look. "Don't or won't?"
I glared good-naturedly. "Both."
He grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the refreshments. "That's about to change."
I laughed at him and shook my head. "You goof."
We didn't stop dancing for hours.
I can't dance anymore without remembering that boy, and wondering if he's sitting in a corner somewhere, cheering me on.


Ariana, 03/31/01

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