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Dead Set on Dancing (Complete Story)

It’s cold and it smells. Now, I’m fully aware the smelly part is probably me, but it’s not what you think. I didn’t want this. No way! I just didn’t think she had the balls to do it, you know? You see it all the time in movies. Two people fighting, dueling it out with words, until… Continue reading Dead Set on Dancing (Complete Story)

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Dead Set on Dancing (Five)

I was the only one awake. Henry the Eighth was snoring, rather loudly, The Twins had tired themselves hours earlier with Knock-Knock jokes, and Grace had been trying to stay up, but passed out just hours into our game of twenty questions. How could anyone tell me about a late-night secret admirer when no one… Continue reading Dead Set on Dancing (Five)

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Dead Set on Dancing (Four)

When I woke up the next day, to my surprise Henry the Eighth was singing. I was glad he was in good spirits. After the prom conversation, I was terrified he wouldn’t speak to me again at all, but singing at least would make me feel comforted. I stretched again, hitting the side of my… Continue reading Dead Set on Dancing (Four)