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I honestly can't even imagine what you could dance to besides all sorts of waltzes, so I dismissed that option right away.
You reek of weakness. In preschool, I adored listening to music and dancing to it. To any music at all. Absolutely. Completely. Any kind. I couldn't sit still when I heard music — I absolutely had to dance. It got to the point of absurdity where if a cartoon character started singing, I'd get up off the couch and start busting a move. And then came school camp and that bastard of a dance teacher who was exactly the one suffocating us with all those waltzes and whatnot. 🤢🤢🤢