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On the Dance Floor
by Leah Browning (image c/o blogs.bridals.pk) At dinner one night, listening to his girlfriend ramble endlessly about some reality show nonsense, not even bothering to swallow a mouthful of food before she went on about this drivel, he made the decision, as he had many times before, to break it off with her. The complication, as usual, was her apartment. If he left, he would have nowhere else to go, and so he went on nodding at her vapid comments, making noises that he hoped were appropriate, aahs and yeses and hmmms, as she droned on about these people he didn’t know and about whose lives he could not have cared less.