The Dance Partner
## Act I: The Park (20%) The snow in New York doesn't fall the way it falls elsewhere. It doesn't drift or swirl or dance. It just comes, straight down from a grey sky, covering everything in a thin, honest white that lies for exactly one day before turning grey and dirty and forgotten. I found him on the third day, lying in Central Park near the reservoir, his leg bent at a wrong angle, his...
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