Stories, Thoughts and Snippets
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"Of course I do, Nora. We grew up in the same town, we went to high school together, you even dated my friend Brian for a little while."
"I didn't know you then, and then you went off to that stupid fucking war, and I started dancing."
"I was protecting democracy in that 'stupid fucking war' as you call it, I saw a lot of good men die, and I won't have you disparage their memory, especially not if we're going to be married."
"Married?"
I was a good dancer, I was a ballerina and I was making myself a very good life as one, I thought I would dance for five maybe ten more years and then I would teach. I had attended Julliard and won myself a place with the American Ballet Company, this was success, unparalleled success, which I'd only dreamed of. I'd been in New York for a few years, but I'd only really just begun to know the city. I liked the city.