Jane's Dance Studio.
"It's quite a wonder."
Dia watched the lips of the old woman dance to the words. She didn't owe the woman an explanation, she only needed a last help from her. She wasn't sure whether or not the woman was in. She was only waiting.
"Could you, please?"
She pleaded. That was the second time, but it seemed to her as though she had said it like a kabillion times. She wasn't so good at being polite.
"I don't know how that would seem to her. She shouldn't had held it back from you."
Dia didn't know why Jane kept stretching the short rubber of conversation. Probably because it seemed elastic to her.
"It must had slipped her mind."
Dia defended, though she knew that Jane could be as obstinate as fuck.
"Please Jane, I have an u
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