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My mind is so numb and I’ any on the beach that just whistles hollohen the wind blows, all sandblasted and shiny fro at it

I push the blanket off of me, rise from the couch, and march across the room

And straight to the hardwood flooring area of the garage

In front of the o stands there in clothes he’s worn for two days straight The poor guy probably smells bad Actually, I’m sure of it He looks tired and dejected and sad

I face the mirror boldly, despite all of that

Then I toss my phone onto a nearby workout bench, tap its face to make my music play, and I start to work

If it won’t be a s partner piece with Bobby, then it’ll be the best knockout solo Spruce has ever seen

Five, six, seven, eight …

I pop an elbow in the air, kick a foot, twist ed rhythm Whenever I expect to clasp my partner’s hand, I just turn it into a stylish maneuver with my fists

But in seconds, thehis face

All the tirabbed hiainst

Every stank-face he would give the mirror at another part of the music when the beat kicks in

Then I stop dancing and a

I need a new song, I realize This whole thing is Bobby It’s all just Bobby, Bobby, Bobby

The door froe to the house opens suddenly

I look up at it, startled

Ca fro She’s in a pair of super-short denim cut-offs and a loose, purple Nirvana tank A sideways black cap squishes down her short dark hair

She quirks an eyebrow at uys ever lock your doors here? Literally anyone could just walk right in”

I stare at her “Camille …?”

She saunters over to the ives her hat an adjustment, then peers down at my phone, which still blasts thefor your dance thing?”

“Was” I cast my eyes down to it as well