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The woman I have come to think of as the runner returns to our table with her husband.  She smiles and kisses him on the cheek but does not sit down.  Standing at the edge of the dance floor wearing her irresistible smile she motions me to her.  I blush, point to myself and she nods, crooking her finger to emphasize her intentions.  Looking to each side, our husbands shrug and smile

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