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Chapter 7-3
Twenty minutes later, the ghosts were standing along the wall next to the dance floor, watching the goings-on. “That guy,” Tonio said, pointing to one of the dancers, “should realize he’s got a partner who’s going to dump his ass if he doesn’t stop showing off his moves to everyone one around them.” Kurt nodded. “If looks could kill…” “Let’s show him how it’s done.” Tonio grabbed Kurt’s hand, pulling him onto the dance floor. Gene rolled his eyes. “Like anyone can see them, including the guy they just danced through.” Van chuckled. “It’s the thought that counts. You want to take a stab at it.” “I guess. The music’s pretty fast, but what the hell.” Gene and Van made their way to the dance floor, with Brody and Jon right behind them. “You can tell they love each other,” Russ said a f
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