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Raven glanced around; most of the girls were smiling and most of the boys were sullen, with their arms folded across their chest. If he was supposed to dance with a girl, he’d picked the wrong day to work out. He took a surreptitious sniff of his armpits. Did I remember to use deodorant this morning? Tori was in the class, to his dismay. Fantastic…perhaps I can do something else stupid to keep her amused. At least she was on the far side of the room at the moment, and couldn’t mock him for his body odor.
After the couple finished the demonstration, the female instructor, Ms. Castor, announced for the rest of the semester the class would be learning several different Latin dances, beginning with the samba. The boy to his right muttered a colorful oath in protest, and Raven chuckled to himself.
“I’m sorry…what’s your name?”
Everyone turned…
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Published on June 01, 2014 07:35