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February 21, 2013
*My God I'm actually dancing with her. I'm...dancing with her! And she's dancing with me! What do I...what am I meant to do? Her smell...I can smell it even now, even through the sweat and the alcohol. I'm so nervous. So scared. But she hasn't run away yet. She hasn't pushed me away yet. She seems to want to dance with me. That can't be right. God I'm pathetic. She might want to dance with me. But...I...Screw it. She's dancing with me, and I'm dancing with her and for now, that's all that really matters.*