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We talked about the dance, she said. Is that all? Yes, well she did mention that her man was late home from work sometimes and she misses him before she has to leave for the dance show, but that's all. I see, Fred said. Nellie looked at him, brushed her hair. Her dancing is faltering, Nellie said. As if she had other things on her mind. What other things? he asked. How do I know? She didn't say. Unless she thinks her man is cheating on her? Do you think he is? Fred said. He's the type who would, Nellie said. What's the type who would? I don't know, but you can tell, there's something about him gives me the creeps. Women's intuition? he said. You could say that, she said. How comes she doesn't have that intuition, too? Fred said. She's in love with him, love blinds, she said. What are you dancing, tonight? he asked. Swam Lake, she said. She finished brushing her hair and poured him a scotch and ice and prepared to leave. He watched her as she put on her coat, her fingers buttoning up, her eyes watching her hands in action, her tongue poking over her lower lip.  He lifted his glass of scotch, studied her ankles, and had a long slow sip.
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Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC
WOMEN'S INTUITION.
We talked about the dance, she said. Is that all? Yes, well she did mention that her man was late home from work sometimes and she misses him before she has to leave for the dance show, but that's all. I see, Fred said. Nellie looked at him, brushed her hair. Her dancing is faltering, Nellie said. As if she had other things on her mind. What other things? he asked. How do I know? She didn't say. Unless she thinks her man is cheating on her? Do you think he is? Fred said. He's the type who would, Nellie said. What's the type who would? I don't know, but you can tell, there's something about him gives me the creeps. Women's intuition? he said. You could say that, she said. How comes she doesn't have that intuition, too? Fred said. She's in love with him, love blinds, she said. What are you dancing, tonight? he asked. Swam Lake, she said. She finished brushing her hair and poured him a scotch and ice and prepared to leave. He watched her as she put on her coat, her fingers buttoning up, her eyes watching her hands in action, her tongue poking over her lower lip.  He lifted his glass of scotch, studied her ankles, and had a long slow sip.
A BALLET DANCER AND HER MAN.
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Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC
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