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" Katie raises her eyebrows at Dan and looks him up and down. “You’re a good dancer,” she says, a gleam in her eye.
“Thank you,” he says, with a funny little bow.
“But this Sinatra stuff they’re playing now, this is just the warm-up, you know.”
“I’ve been informed about the upcoming mandatory dance party, yes,” he says formally, but grinning a little.
“Good, ’cause the DJ takes over after dinner, and this place is gonna get ugly,” Katie says. “After the old people leave, there’ll be real music. And by real, I mean old music, and new music, and horrible, shitty music. We don’t care, as long as you can dance to it. We’re gonna Macarena this thing if we have to, to keep this party going. The Macarena—that’s how low we’re gonna go. "
― Lauren Graham , Someday, Someday, Maybe
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" He takes my hand in his and holds it to his chest so I can feel his heart beat, and then he steps even closer, so close he towers above me, just inches away, his body sheltering me from the breeze. But I can’t let it happen; I don’t want anything to happen to change things between us, although in a way I do.
“Don’t,” I say too sharply, and Dan freezes.
“Don’t,” I say again, unnecessarily, since neither of us has moved.
And so we simply stand there, for I don’t know how long, completely still, with only the sound of the ocean and the beating of Dan’s heart against my hand. "
― Lauren Graham , Someday, Someday, Maybe