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The big lights in the ballroom have been turned off, leaving only strings of small bulbs along the ceiling. Paz sets the needle on the record, turns back, ties her hair into a ponytail, and extends her hand toward you.
Hey, my love, you stepped on my feet twice this afternoon. But you knew exactly when to stop—that’s rare. This one’s on the house. Come here, dale.
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