There are times when the dance is a battle of wits.
In a good way.
Like a game of chess or of Go, perhaps.
She refuses to take me up exactly on my suggestion, but slows it down or speeds it up or sometimes sabotages it completely. When it works with the music and doesn't crash me into anyone else on the dance floor, I couldn't be happier.
She might challenge those patterns that I've fallen into.
A wake-up call.
Go is played on a nineteen-by-nineteen board.
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