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A great place to keep your fantastic ideas, like, "Hey! I need to write more sentences about crickets and English gentlemen with unruly beards."
It just so happened that a few select people in the diner, one man over there, one at another table, two or three women at the corner table near the kitchen, all had dreamed of this moment, and rose from their greasy eggs as one, to join the waitress in her Vision of the Dance.
After receiving the call from grud that she had the package, and that it was now safely out of the clutches of the wicked Yum Yum Yum sister, Boot performed her own jammin’ version of Snoopy’s happy dance.
And sometimes it seems to be nothing more than a random gathering of words.
As each precious petal floated into the air, Becky caressed them lovingly and swooped them above her head, and as they went by they squeaked, squealed and danced in delight, twirling around and entwining the shimmering figure in the centre of the maelstrom.
OK, Lily thought, the last of the annuals are installed in the garden, the patio pots are all filled and set in their places…it’s time to raindance, baby!
Becky looked at her suddenly dull and colourless feet in a happily confused manner, shrugged and danced the dance of the morning sun shower.
Some people call it a "standing desk" but Juan, after checking to see his curtains were securely closed, liked to crank up the tunes and call it his "dancing desk."
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