The town has thrown one of its annual festivals. Your friends have made you come, but tonight you don’t feel like dancing. You watch everyone dance throughout the square, under the lanterns the children decorated. You sit on the stone wall when suddenly you feel a tap on your shoulder. "I hope I'm not too late for a dance." Micheal says. He looks the same, bright eyes and wide grin. You stare at him.
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