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no titleThis memorey would always fill his mind even after she had departed this world.no title
Her steps were off beat and she stumbled slightly, but nothing could have been more beautiful than the sight of her dancing across the cold concrete floor of her garage. Her jeans were filled with holes and her shirt was covered in paint from where she had been working only a moment before, And then her song had come on and she had started to dance.
He had seen the gods dance and even they could not move as she did. She danced with every fiber of her being and when the song ended there was the gentlest touch of pink in her cheeks, gods n
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