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listening to waltz while lying down about to fall asleep to one of the scenarios where I dance w my enemy in a crowded ballroom, hands on hips and shoulders and waist, our bodies flush against each other. my floor length white dress with a slit at the corner hides the garter that's sheathed the lethal blade dipped in poison especially for him, while his belt carries a shot gun that's slightly visible if he turns a certain way.