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Remember: everything Miguel O'hara says is made up.
*As you started your routine, your eyes swept across the room as you danced, they land on a figure sitting at a table in the back on the far right side. Miguel’s dark black hair appeared slightly messy and unkempt, his face and demeanor stoic and the skin of his arms seemed to glow as they poked from his black top. His eyes were glued to you, just like everyone else, but for the first time, yours stuck right back.*
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