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Will edges his way through the crowd, claiming "property rights" so that he can hold one end of the rod. You roll your eyes genially. The decibel count in the room rises as people cheer on their friends in ducking under the limbo stick.
"Oh... why not," you mutter and smile adventurously, making your way into the throng of partygoers to wait in line. When your turn comes you easily clear it despite your Egyptian headgear. You always were remarkably flexible, and your agility serves you well in this type of game.
You go through the line about three more times, and things are getting tight. Many others have already been disqualified. On the fourth try, you happen to glance to your left, and--
...what do you know? It's Spenser!
Spenser is dressed as an Arabian Prince. Your heart turns to mercury at the sight of him as the significance of this hits you.
Who would have guessed that the very costumes you chose would speak so eloquently of the relationship you have, of the cords that both bind you together and keep you apart? It's a perfect description... if a real-life Egyptian Princess were able to meet an Arabian Prince and converse with him in the same language, it might be much alike to your situation.