Ella’s Dancing Dilemma (part 6)

Our dance class went out for pizza afterwards. Betty wouldn’t stop talking about the ballet. Her enthusiasm helped me forget my dancing blunders, and during the ride home, I promised to teach her everything I had learned in class.

As I drifted off to sleep that night, having placed my ballet slippers in their proper place, I imagined our performance again. This time, we all pirouetted the same way. And Betty was there too, right by my side.

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