There I sat—in the room of nine, a stranger’s dining room, a free class, sign me up. Four on each side of the table, one at the head. Under any other circumstances, I’d be suspicious of the man at the head of the table, guiding the room, all eyes on him—suspicious of his power, his intentions, but you? You were tender, vibrant, soft, or at least it look…
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There I sat—in the room of nine, a stranger’s dining room, a free class, sign me up.
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