Dancing

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16.

I remember dancing.

With my mother, sister, and dames.

I liked it – I was good at it.

I found (stole) a record player and splurged on some records that were stored in the depths of my memory.

I couldn't really dance by myself, but...

It's nice to know I could do something other than killing.


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