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Published: April 2nd 2010
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He leaned into his partner, pressing forehead to forehead, closing his eyes; his partner placed a firm hand low on his back. The music started, and it was only them, in a long, dimly lit milonga, alone amid the twenty-odd other couples dancing tango.
It was 1 am, on a Wednesday night. Somewhere in Buenos Aires. And I sat against the wall, mesmerized by this dance, wishing I were an experienc...
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Tina
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I'm so happy you had such a wonderful experience. This is like a farewell trip before you're off to your new experience this summer! p.s. The Argentinian beef is SO MUCH MORE of a turn on than the German pork shoulder-knuckle-whatever other part we were eating and sauerkraut...