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Erica heaved a dramatic sigh, still smiling all of the while, as she leaned slightly against Stas hand against her shoulder. It was slightly cool against the flushed skin; even if she hadn't been dancing much, just being in the crowd had warmed her up quite a bit. She felt restless. "I imagine that if there is one," she whispered, "you would be the one to know the location, don't you think?"
She glanced around briefly, to be sure they weren't being watched, and glad to confirm that they weren't. "But why do you ask, huh? Are you saying you want to skip out on the dance, Stas?"
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