forehead pralines&cream We danced a slow song. And while most other couples hung on each other, the girls' heads buried into their dates' shoulders as they were expected, and the boys' eyes wandering across the room over their dates' heads because there was nowhere else for them to look, we touched foreheads as we danced, our eyes could see each other, only us, and us, and only us, we two. And no one else, dancing, perfect, beautiful, our eyes saw nothing else. 020202 what's it to you? who go blather from