I knew a kid who was at a high-school dance. He built up his courage and asked a girl to dance. She ignored him. Said nothing. Didn’t even look.

He stood there a moment. He knew she could hear. He’d seen her hear before. He knew he had spoken. He’d spoken before. She was simply refusing to acknowledge his request. Dismissing him.

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Bil Lepp is a professional storyteller living in South ÂÒÂ×ÄÚÉä. 

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