Dear Jackass in Dance Class:
Quit telling me how I should be doing my fucking move. You do your shit, I'll do mine, unless you want play the follow. The reason I miss that turn when you're my partner is that you can't fucking lead. I know, this is only my third month, but cut me a fucking break, and here's why: YOU'RE ALWAYS WRONG. You mutter and mumble and try to oh-so-delicately shove and scoot me to where you think I should be, until the instructor repeats the move and we both realize it's YOUR BAD. "Oops!" Yeah. That toe is MINE. Asshole.
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