To those who are interested, here is the original:
The 1930's, a time of scandals, dime-store novels and most importantly. . . True Love.
They enter the ballroom. His arm locks with her own as he leads her toward the dance floor. He whispers to her and she blushes sweetly as they begin to the refreshing sound of a trumpet. His crisp tux shines under the lights and her elegant shawl swings with the rhythm of the steps, in perfect harmony to the music. They twirl and, as eyes meet, they are suddenly no longer among a crowd of spectators, they are the only two in existence. He leans in and she tilts her head upward:
They meet in a kiss.
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