“We can’t do it,” Fritz whispered to me.
I just stared at him.
“We can’t do it, right? Because if we do, we have to touch each other. It will be uncomfortable for you,” he said worriedly.
“Come on, guys. Please lead your grannies and gramps to the dance floor as the youngest ones here. Please don’t say no to the birthday girl.” Margareth called us again.
Fritz looked at me anxiously.
“Can we deny her that?” I asked.
All of the guests are looking at us now.
“I don’t think we can. What should we do?” Fritz asked nervously.
“Hmm…you think you can endure it for a minute or two? We just need to lead them, then we can scooch after a minute. For Marge?” I asked Fritz directly.
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