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... She scouted out an area where she could see and be seen but was in an area where it was easy for her to be aloof and withdrawn. I think she was going to extremes to avoid another dance partner.

"How does it feel, Sir Jacobson?" Cali had a look on her face resembling a cat who had just found a mouse. She was about to pounce and I was sure I was her prey.

"What do you mean?"

"Have not you noticed the hum about the room?" She beamed.

I looked around the ballroom. Sh ...

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