Woman Reunites With the Kind Classmate Who Changed Her Life

held out his hand.

“Would you like to dance?” I stared at him. “Marcus, I can’t.” He nodded once.

“Okay,” he said. “Then we’ll figure out what dancing looks like.” I laughed before I meant to.

Before I could protest, he wheeled me onto the dance floor. I went rigid.

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