Emily McDonald

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She smiles up at me. “You’re not dancing.” I’m not sure I’m even breathing. She laughs as she wraps her arms around my neck and tugs me closer. “Move your hips to the music.” I try and fail which makes her break out into another fit of laughter. If that’s the reward I get for looking like an idiot, so be it.
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