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So when I took some friends to my favorite swing night at the Green Mill 2 weeks ago, the choice of necklace was clear: "Cry, baby, dance!" above.
Yes, at times when i don't want to dance & say 'no, thank you' to those who try to get me on the dancefloor, i'm afraid my face might bear a slight resemblance to Durer's angel - by the way, look harder - his wings are bended down....
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