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27: She came over and she smiled and I asked her what she meant, when she had told me I would be undone.
28: She looked me over, mischievously. “Don’t you want to be?’ she asked. “Don’t you want to be undone?”
29: “Hell yeah,” I answered breathlessly, made ridiculous by my desire. She offered me her hand: “Let’s dance.” I shook my head. “I can’t.”
30: “Please?” she looked up at me with that crooked smile and, just as she foresaw, I was (willingly) undone.
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