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Remembering Disaster
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By the end of class, Ginny
had patiently taught me a lot of the
basic steps. But as I headed back
to my apartment, I couldn’t help
but feel overwhelmed.
Dancing had been a disaster for
me from the minute it was forced
on us in seventh-grade gym class.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to
associate with the girls; it was just
that when I did, I always said
something stupid, did something
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