“We have to work our way up to grinding.” Gabe stands and holds out his hand. “I don’t want to interrupt their moment.” They’re the only two out there, and isn’t that like a wedding no-no, upstaging the ones getting married? Gabe doubles over and winces as if he’s in pain. “Ouch, fuck.” I jump off the couch. “What’s wrong? Where hurts?” “My pride,” he croaks. “I’m feeling rejected again. The only cure is dancing. Help me, Aleks. Help meeeee.”
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