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"I saw some lads hoisting a girl up onto their shoulders, the lot of them clambering onto the stage – the place also hosted gigs, weeknights only, and in Victorian times was a music hall – and I felt an overwhelming urge to join in the light-hearted posing in front of the crowd below. So I did. And that’s when I saw him. Well, not straightaway – I danced my way through a number of tracks before that happened – but when I did register his presence I felt something unique to the moment that I’d never felt before, the zap and pop and crackle of the first-ever connection between us."


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http://spicycauldron.com/2012/09/17/short-story-no-talking-animals-guaranteed/

 


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09/23/2012 3:51pm

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