The Last Dance at Dunmore
The Last Dance at Dunmore The trumpet blared like a wounded animal and the crowd in the Dunmore Club went wild. Dixie Calloway moved across the stage in a flash of silver sequins, her hips rolling with a rhythm that had nothing to do with music and everything to do with survival. She had been dancing for three hours and her feet were bleeding inside her shoes, but the crowd wanted more and...
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