I’m the confused blonde kid and my current roommate is the adorable munchkin who actually knows the dance we’re supposed to be doing.  In my defense, someone’s maraca had broken down the stage and was spilling beans all over and I was very concerned for everyone’s safety. That was my last dance recital.

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