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Dancing Doreen

...for Ralph McTell Gorgeous in her gown of purple silk she is exquisite. Her partner in his patent leather (potent lover) shoes is the perfect fit. They enter competitions where they always take first prize. Gliding to the sounds of Guy Lombardo they are the top-flight graduates of a well-respected dancing enterprise. It is the night they have been waiting for - the National Prize - and she is confident that they will win the day. When the judges read the scores they come in third... there's nothing she can say. Beside herself with disappointment she seeks the spotlight as the orchestra plays 'Moonlight Serenade.' She twirls and curtsies in a transport of delight, and she dances dances dances, long after there is any music... Security is summoned, and then an ambulance, but nothing in the world can stop her dancing... dancing.... dancing.....

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