East Side Olivia

She said “You’re a liar! You just won’t dance with me because I’m from the West Side—admit it!”

“Bu-bu-but you’re fr-from the EAST side,” I stammered.

“Hey, you’re right,” she squealed with delight, her scowl quickly fading. “So dance with me!”

I put my left hand on my hip and wagged the index finger of my right hand at her and said “If you want to dance, Olivia, you go right ahead, but I already told you once I have no idea how!”

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