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A sway of the hips.
I can see it in your eyes… the yearning.
Yes, that’s it.
Perhaps we’ll dance again once this is all over?
I like the way you dance, Lavender.
A little bob of the head.
But I know better.
Go on then. They're waiting for you.
The others think you’re shy.
Come on, Lavender. Will you dance with me?
You are dancing, in your own way.