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"Can you teach me how to dance like that", she asks with absolutely no hint of judgment in her tone. My heart heaves and sighs. She surely must be a hallucination.

"Are..... you Lilly?"
"Yes."

Damn. I didn't notice how high the ceilings were in this room. What. My pelvis drags me forward, driving my brain. She's hooked my heart and her soul is pulling me in. I use every single bit of my concentration just to try and focus. To try and not act crazy. I slyly lean against the door and say, "Yeah, I could". James Dean ain't got nuttin' on me. "Cool, I'd like to learn so I could dance like that with my boyfriend." Cars crash into each, babies cry, and terrible screeching sirens ring out indefinitely. My heart is artfully crafted porcelain and her words are a thousand crashing hammers. Shattered. The word "boyfriend" hits me like a bowling ball hurled at my stomach and I feel my face wince up as if I just pooped myself.