She blushes as you approach her near the buffet. She's embarrassed that you're seeing her in this dress, worried that you'll think less of her for agreeing to act feminine. Hi, um, thanks for coming tonight. Um, listen... I know we haven't ever been friends, and I know I've done some pretty mean things to you over the years, but, um, do you think that, maybe just for tonight, we could leave all that behind us, and, um, pretend to get along? Maybe... maybe even... dance?
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