or when your feet ache and ache.
can't dance well, but i sure as hell tried. my tapping was terrible, but god was it fun to make pretend.
fulap, fulap, fulap, shuffle-hop, fulap, fulap, fulap, shuffle-hop, fulap, fulap, fulap, shuffle-hop, fulap, fulap, step, stomp, stomp.
i chanted the routine in my head as i kept dancing, despite the sting in my feet and legs. it took more than intelligence to do choreography successfully.
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