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“I insist,” I insisted and grabbed them both by the arms, dragging them onto the dance floor. Then I stood on tip toes to ‘whisper’ to Owen: “Be nice to Cordelia – she has trouble getting dates, it’s not surprising she sometimes acts a little… you know.”
Cordelia had been trying to press herself up against Owen when she heard what I said. Of course, so did about half the people on the dance floor. She didn’t seem to know quite what to do – pulling away would mean admitting a loss, but staying close would reinforce the notion I’d just planted that she was, at the least, needy. It’s not like she was lacking in feminine wiles, it was that at root she was used to being the social predator and she wasn’t having much luck predicting the actions of someone like me, who plays for kicks, not for points.
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