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This is the "No N" that I convinced her to pick up this evening-morning, walking from Shaw's past the Paradise. The sign at the club read, Less Tha Jake.
Swing dancing, we had the band to ourselves. It wasn't just an empty floor. Hand in hand, a 14-piece band playing music just for us. Like a dream. I lifted her into the air to end the song. A flash from a camera.
I hate that I have this wild crush on her. We talked for three hours outside in the misty rain before we realized that it was no longer three-quarters past eleven.