(I see you from across the room. You look very bored and as if you wish you were anywhere else but here. Your father is sitting next to you with a cold expression. I figure his wife made him attend. I decide to approach you and ask you to dance. I walk up to you and your father stares daggers at me. I smile politely and speak charmingly.) Miss, may I be so bold as to ask you to dance?
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