LET'S DANCE

Chapter 3

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Dean's not even a good dancer. I mean; yeah, he's fit, strong and fast I suppose but, really, he's got all the poise and elegance of a badly-stuffed sack of turnips.

I've got to get busy and find him before those damn slippers give us an action replay; he couldn't have gotten too far, surely.

Wait; I can see some bewildered-looking people standing over there.

Yep, they definitely look like they've seen something disturbing and ...

Oh, holy crap!

I think I'm gonna hurl ...

It's far worse than I thought.

WHERE THE HELL DID HE GET THOSE FREAKIN' TIGHTS?

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