At first, I felt outraged. I balled up my fists and glared, but my anger lasted only a second before I found myself laughing with him. I replayed my dance as well as I could in my mind, trying to imagine how it would’ve looked from his perspective. “Was it that bad?” I asked when his laughter had quieted down. He moved his hands away, and his eyes were actually glistening. His whole face was a shade of red like he’d spent too much time in the sun. “No,” he said through twitching lips. “It was amazing. You have a really unique style.” He held a straight face for approximately three seconds
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