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The real world faded away as the girl danced. Her long hair shimmered soft as petals on a primrose flower. Afternoon warmth blushed her skin and sweet cherries dazzled her cheeks as she wove across a floor checkered with polished vanilla and auburn squares. Her ivory dress flowed about as she spun to music hidden in the sky above and her apricot lips revealed a small blissful smile. Across the room a tall and handsome gentleman stood. His chestnut hair softly touched his eyebrows and his mahogany tuxedo enfolded his powerful body. A golden-brown rose was pinned to his chest and decorated with amber jewels. He watched the girl dance. When th