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"Alright guys, this is the last slow dance of the night!" the DJ's voice crackled through the speakers. My entire group glanced awkwardly at one another - four boys, three girls. One of the boys stepped away dejectedly as the girls picked their partners. I met my partner's gaze and we stepped closer, moving slowly to the music, but I could tell that he was upset. He put one arm around my waist and let the other hang loose at his side, and his body was tensed. He was watching the girl he liked, also a part of our group, over my shoulder. She was dancing with someone else. She didn't like him and he knew it, but he just couldn't let her go. R