So the night was cold and three girls went out to shiver under the midnight moon.
The girl with the blue silk dress slit to the thigh soon had someones arms wraped around her to keep her warm.
The girl with lowcut dress did not have long to wait before her back was being stroked. Really it was to keep her warm.
The girl with the coat on over her evening dress just hung her head sadly to the side. She did not have any excuses, to be held.
The young man, a gentleman perhaps, stood at attention, one hand in his pocket, not knowing what to do with himself, while the neat white bowtie choked the words of love that were forming in his throat.
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