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Glass from sand.

(Nj)

I watched as she elegantly did the dance over and over again,

All while he gave her harsh criticism.

I was still wondering why she was the only one here,

There were much weaker dancers on the team,

She was the strongest.

He told her he wanted to show her the proper way to do the dance moves,

She said no.

She was uncomfortable around him,

It made my heart hurt.

He got mad at her,

And she let him.

His hand lingered on her body much longer than needed,

It drove me crazy.

I had to hang onto the railing as to not run down there and punch his ugly ass.

He did not have good intentions.

None of this was about the dance.

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