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  • Dancing

    “When did you stop dancing?  I always liked going to your shows.”  Pete took a sip of his wine, but never broke eye contact.  I blushed.  I had accidently spilled Pete’s drink down the front of his shirt when I backed my chair out from the table.  My jaw almost dropped as I remembered.  Remembered Andrea.  And Pete.    “I didn’t know…