Betty tried not to roll her eyes back into her skull, she didn’t want to lose her contacts. Bob was visibly touched, his bulk swayed back and forth as he led her to the couch. “Nice, isn’t it?” She nodded, and adjusted her skirt.
She couldn’t help but smile at this bear of a man, completely disarmed. “Would you like to dance?” he asked, hand extended. She wasn’t sure what to do, but the thought of disappointing him was unbearable. “Why, yes” she crooned, as ladylike as she could muster through her ____ accent.
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