i once knew a girl who'd spend the afternoon wiggling her toes high up in the air, her back to the floor, her head in a trance as she imagined patterns in the ceiling's popcorn paint. that is, until her toes got to itchin' and her trance took on a melody and it was high time she got to dancin'. once deemed "star twirler" of a children's ballet
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