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Eighth Grade Dance

Henry was hopping around on a foot or three we all laughed at him not realizing he was grabbing the girls attention We were in eighth grade all we cared about was our height None of us was half as tall as the girls I finally figured it out why Henry was a clown he was gyrating like a top flinging them here and there we took his leftovers gladly

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