Man.
Sometimes all I want to do is dance.
But actually.
Except it never happens when I am required to dance. Oh no. It only happens when I am supposed to be sleeping, or trying to sleep, and even when I am trying to write a story for a class.
But you know what?
Sometimes you have to just stop what you are doing and dance.
So that is exactly what I did. In my coca-cola boxers and wife beater.
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