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dance lessons. The man, staring with empty eyes and an empty grin, sits cross-legged on the floor white walls rising up around him. Tapping his fingers on the sterile, white washed floor, he hums a keyless tune. Black cockroaches tap their small, shoed feet, tipping their red and tan hats in sync with the beat. He points his fingers, pretending they're tiny legs, showing the insects when to kick, when to stomp and tap their metal-soled shoes on the dingy concrete. Twirling and smiling, the bugs dance for the man, tell him he's wonderdance lessons.
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Crash Into Me
Obsessed
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saieeda*
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"Who am I supposed to build ramps for??
Who am I supposed to build ramps for now??!"
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♥♥Ladies & Gentlemen, Thank You for joining us in our flight. Attention ALL passengers we will be taking off in a short While, Please take all LARGE lockage to Sector 8 to the filth storage compartment, THANK YOU♥♥
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Out of every cardiatic vaulve, and blood pump she had to walk into mine.
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"Who am I supposed to build ramps for??
Who am I supposed to build ramps for now??!"
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