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A short film, suitable for all audiences
While the story is not autobiographical, the setting is.
When I was around nine, my parents enrolled me in a social dancing class in NYC. Suits. Dresses. White gloves for all.
At the time, I was attending an all-boys prep school and I took a huge amount of flack from my classmates. I mean huge amount.
What I could never explain to them was that for two hours, every single Saturday, I had the giddy pleasure of holding
a girl in my arms.
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