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That was a great night! Most of my friends had shown up to the dance, and the whole crowd was laughing and having a good time. I was having a blast, but I could tell she wasn't. So I decided to dance with her. I walked over to the D.J., and asked a question. With a single yes, half the work was done. In just a few moments my favorite song would begin to play. I looked across the floor at her. She was so beautiful, and the low light set the mood perfectly. Normally, this is where the guy goes over to the girl, and asks her to dance. I must have missed the day they taught that in class, though. I want to make her happy, and there is only one way for me to do that. So, instead of going to her, I walked over, and sat down next to him, After a moment, I finally got my tongue to work, and then I asked him to do me a favor: when the next song starts, ask her to dance. And with that, it was done. I got up and walked away, to the far side of the dance floor. I wanted her so bad, I wanted to make her happy, so I had to give her away. So, that night I gave her the dance she wanted, and I'm still trying to give her the guy she wants. I stepped back into the shadows as the song started up. I watched him walk over to her, take her hand, and lead her onto the floor. I saw the look of adoration on her face, and I knew I had accomplished what I wanted. I think the part that hurt the most was giving up my favorite song. But I'd do it all again.
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