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“Are you certain we have to do this, Spock?”
“I do not wish it anymore than you do, but the summer cotillion is the social event of the season. If we want to join the country club, we have to bend to social convention and appear at community affairs.”
“Will the ladies of the country club be fine with it when we get up to dance with each other instead of socially acceptable, unattached ladies of the community? Are we expected to date those women even though you and I are married?”
Spock frowned in thought.
“Should we move, Leonard?”
