Now and then a car slowed and people stared. But no one stopped. It occurred to him that he wouldn't, either.
"It must be a yard sale," the girl said to the boy. This girl and this boy were furnishing a little apartment.
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Why don't you kids dance? he decided to say, and then he said it. "Why don't you dance?"
—Raymond Carver, Why Don't You Dance?, 1978