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Kat Wilder's Writings

Marin Independent Journal
The band was hot, playing some sort of Latin-Afro funk-world music groove that made it impossible not to shake your hips like Shakira. Sara couldn't help but notice the attractive middle-aged man on the dance floor. "Kat, he's cute, isn't he?" "Yeah, and he moves well. I think you should dance with him." "He might be here with someone....