Who died and made you my handler? [She asks, rolling her eyes and her hips. Standing still in the middle of a dance floor is a great way to draw attention, at least of the people around you. But as long as you keep dancing, nobody cares what you say. So she keeps up with the beat. It's over. You go your way; I'll go mine. Everybody goes happy. Or what passes for it when you're a jackass withn stick up your butt.
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Date: 2015-03-17 03:10 am (UTC)