Yuliya Stepnova

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How long had we both been ashamed? How long had he suffered alone? I stepped in closer and, taking his wrist in my hand, guided his arm around onto my waist, and put my own on his, holding him to me. Gently, I pressed his head down onto my shoulder. And then the two of us leaned against each other, and danced.
Imagine Me Gone
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