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Dancing Through Life ~

She was grinding, grinding, dancing, swinging her hair, shaking her hips, living and breathing.

Her boyfriend was behind her, hands on her waist and doing some sort of obscene dance move on her. But she didn’t mind. She was all about the dance.

The music pounded through her chest, her head, her heart, pushing her, telling her to bring it. All her friends were grinding around her, only grinding. She was grinding, but she also bust some wicked sick moves out too. No one else cared. But she did. And she knew she was the best dancer there.

“Now kick, now kick, now kick, now kick, now walk it by yourself, now walk it by yourself.”

“Cupid Shuffle” played, an easy song to dance to with a great beat. Amanda did the steps, knowing them by heart, as the music seeped through her soul and out through her feet. She kicked, jumped, pounded, and laughed. This was what she was meant to do. This was how she wanted to live her life. This was her reason for being: to dance.

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