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I'd Probably Still Be A Financial Journalist Now If It Weren't For Writing Novels. Mmm. Fun! I'm Much Happier Writing Novels!

You Can Always Find Something You Want.

Except...i Do. Of Course I Do. Because As His Hands Gently Cup My Waist, I Don't Make A Sound. As He Swivels Me Around To Face Him, I Don't Make A Sound. I Don't Need To. We're Still Talking. Every Touch He Makes, Every Imprint Of His Skin Is Like Another Word, Another Thought, A Continuation Of Our Conversation. And We're Not Done Yet. Not Yet.

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Why Can't Parents Dance? Is It Some Universal Law Of Physics Or Something?