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Winter had just turned to spring,
and the weather outside
was the first sign that showed it.
On this particular day
she wanted to do something special like go dancing.
It wasn't until later that night
while on the dance floor
she solicited from me an answer to
(I, initially, thought was) an odd kind of question to ask, which was :
Is it possible that you make love
just as well as you dance?
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