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Oh, How We Danced

Claire’s stomach knotted up as she paced back and forth on the phone, waiting for Luke to answer. He was delighted to hear from her, why wouldn’t he be? They had met years earlier at a punk show in the Bowery, and while holding hands on the subway afterwards shared a sweet kiss, it was the best night of his life. They reminisced about the Staten Island Ferry, Co-op City, and Coney Island into the early morning. After that call Luke didn’t want to push his luck by initiating the next contact, there was still a great distance between them. It wasn’t long before Claire wrote him a letter – lamenting the snow and anticipating the spring – with not-so-subtle encouragement for him to come visit. He packed his bags and got on a bus, just three days away from being with his future wife.

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