Oh sweet zombie BeJeebus. A slow dance? If there is a god, then he is either vindictive, cruel, glorious or Denzel Washington. He squared his shoulders to the best of his ability and placed both of his hands on her hips and middle. All he had to do was... one hand, one hand away from bum. HE HAD TO RESIST.
"That's gotta be it. It's the magic of uh. Mice, your hair and cheer leading. That's the only reason I can think of."
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