The dance that lasted a lifetime
He was in the way of most boys, average. His hair sat in a brown curly mop upon his head, his shoulders were that of any other male, and his figure was decent as was his posture. Yet there was something about him that intrigued me. Maybe it was the fact that I had no idea what drew me to him in the ballroom in the first place. He didn't look like anything special; no prince charming here. And I still said yes to his offer to dance.
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