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moving bumper cars, all trying

unsuccessfully to avoid each other.

The girls complained that the

boys couldn’t lead, and the boys

complained that the girls couldn’t

follow, but in reality, neither could

move in unison. The forced

practice continued, and once we

were practiced enough to minimize

collisions, our teachers increased

the music tempo. At once, the

class devolved from a gentle game

of bumper cars to an all-out crash-

up derby, with each couple trying

to hospitalize everyone else

without killing themselves in the

process.

We would repeat this bizarre

human ritual each time with a

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