he grabs my hand & we make our way (past the aussies, past the somoans) to the wooden dancefloor. the sight of either of us moving our hips to hip hop is completely absurd, but we don't care. he hasn't kissed me yet & i like that. our noses bump several times, he squeezes my hand and side tighter, & i begin to sweat. i pull his face closer & we
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