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π™Όπ™°πšπ™Άπ™°πšπ™΄πšƒ "π™Ώπ™΄π™Άπ™Άπšˆ" π™²π™°πšπšƒπ™΄πš ([personal profile] revlon) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs 2017-12-24 06:51 pm (UTC)

Speak for yourself, [ she teases, eyes alight. ] This is not my first dance since 1945.

[ She didn't try to dance on V-E Day, grieving as she was. And none of the Commandos, bless them, had offered to take Steve's place on the dance floor during the festivities. Neither had Howard. No, they'd all nursed their drinks and raised them in a silent toast to those they had lost. But the world had not ended that summer; she had danced in the months before, when peacetime had seemed inevitable, when it seemed they would all make it out.

She did sway for half a minute with Jason Wilkes to "I Wanna Be Loved." (Two years later.) ]

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