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The Dance
[Millicent]
What just happened?
Primus is afraid. Afraid of me. All because we had a single moment where we allowed ourselves to be vulnerable. To touch and be touched. Remembering what Leon had said about companionship, maybe it cost him more than I can ever understand to let me get so close to him.
But he wanted it. He asked me for it.
Kneeling on the floor I replay the evening in my mind.
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As soon as I entered the hall, I noticed things were different. Everything
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