[ It has all become a bit of a metaphor, hasn't it? Dancing. It was almost a code name, once, to a life promised and lost. Since then, Peggy had barely danced with anyone but she does enjoy it or at least, she remembers loving it. The deep sound of brass, the rhythm of jazz. ]
Careful lest you'll step on their toes.
[ The voice is familiar enough and she wouldn't have said anything if he wasn't familiar to her. It's been a while since she left but it seems that the place deemed it appropriate to bring her back. She was making her way back home and has already exchanged her slacks and shirt to a practical dress. ]
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Careful lest you'll step on their toes.
[ The voice is familiar enough and she wouldn't have said anything if he wasn't familiar to her. It's been a while since she left but it seems that the place deemed it appropriate to bring her back. She was making her way back home and has already exchanged her slacks and shirt to a practical dress. ]