Oh dance, how I miss you.
I use to dance till my ankles would bleed.
I still dance in my room practicing my Extensions, Splits, Illusions, Fouettés, Pirouettes, and Leaps.
Why do your classes have to burn a whole in my pocket?
My room doesn't compare to the feel of a dance studio. My socks don't compare to the feel of my worn out jazz shoes molding around my feet.
I would love a reason to wear my tights and black leotard again.
Portland better offer some inexpensive classes before I go mad.
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