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I danced the night away...

Or at least a smoke filled, dirty gym floor, crappy lighting sort of night.

It freaked the hell out of me, because we went after the ‘let’s take our clothes off’ group. And,
well, you just can’t top that. Anyway, I appreciate all the cat calls, even the ‘good job’s even
though it was so painfully obvious that we forgot our dance halfway through. As a word of
warning to any that come after us, cartwheels on stage are a really bad idea.

I have to go do careers, even though i wouldn’t usually, but you see, mr. MITCHELL is my on
call.

Oh, Woe.

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