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The Tango with HER.
She sat in the corner of the room, waiting to be noticed, for someone to invite her to dance, to drink, to visit. She sat alone because no one wanted to be near her. Like the plague, once she attaches herself to someone, it's over, so people think. Everyone knows she's a bit of a bear, feared by most of the world. Maybe if she's ignored, people think, no one will have to say hello. Or goodbye. But between hello and goodbye, perhaps, there's dance. A goodbye dance, a tango, th