[He lets out a short, disbelieving laugh at that, because oh Eponine, you sweet summer child.
And then his eyes widen suddenly as she grabs his hand.] I...
[Am not a particularly good dancer, but will he be able to say that before Eponine pulls him to the dance floor while he attempts to construct his thoughts into a sentence that sounds less embarrassing?]
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And then his eyes widen suddenly as she grabs his hand.] I...
[Am not a particularly good dancer, but will he be able to say that before Eponine pulls him to the dance floor while he attempts to construct his thoughts into a sentence that sounds less embarrassing?]