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For example: I've been told I have a talent with dance. I used to take lessons, and I still do every once in a while, but nothing serious. I'm mainly good at hip hop dancing; but since once you tell someone you dance, their mind soars into the gutter and they begin thinking of you, a club and rated R content, I never mention my dancing to people. If this school made a dance team, they'd wear bikini sequined underwear, and a bra—occasionally.
"Um, I was just coming to tell you we could meet at the front doors after school." He began to get jittery all of a sudden when he spoke. "I mean, if it's okay with you and all. I don't want you to go out of your way for me or anything. And if you change your mind about the ride, I completely understand. You know, since we don't tal—"
I cut him off along with a soft chuckle. "Agastya, it's fine; I'm okay with it. I don't have plans today anyways I don't think." Before he can reply, a slight yelp comes from the direction of the parking lot. I immediately remember the strange man that was out there earlier and whip my head to look out of the grimy window to see what's happening.
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