[ gaby is an Old Lady, nose scrunching up at the prospect of working off a killer hangover in the morning when she has to teach a very beginner's dance class to a brunch of riotous five year olds who like to run amok just to hear the clack of their shiny tap shoes on the wooden floor. ]
I suppose I won't find out if I'm brave until I take a chance.
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I suppose I won't find out if I'm brave until I take a chance.
[ she holds out her hand. pass one over, lady. ]