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this is where I came when I was little. my teachers name was Ms. Smiles and we rolled dough on long tables and we learned to tap dance on echoey wooden floors and the ceiling was so tall it felt like a mountain cathedral. I learned a dance where I held a glittery hammer aloft. the shiny silver on the bottom of the shoes felt so dangerous and thrilling.
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