Distant sounds could be heard from the ballroom nearby. Marie remained seated in her armchair, her eyes closed and her head collapsing towards her lap. The young man who she had come into contact with stood nearby, uncertain of what course of action to take.

Marie glanced up blearily.

'What are you standing around for? You like to salsa, go and salsa, will you.'

'I don't salsa alone.'

'Try it. You might surprise yourself. You can do it!'...

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