“I’m sorry, I can’t dance.”

“That’s okay, I’ll show you how.”

“Once, I had a spark inside of me, but then it got trampled on by the bullies. They used me for entertainment… With their harsh calls of ‘dance, dance, dance!’ that still torment me when I close my eyes. It ruined me for ever.”

“Okay, calm down, concentrate. One, two three… One two, three…”

“…Forward, side, together…”


“Oh, gosh, I am so sorry! Clumsy me, always stepping on people’s feet.”

“It’s fine.”

“But, I promise I’ll get this right before our wedding! I won’t be a terrible wife.”

The End

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