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She glided effortlessly across the floor seemingly her feet never touched the ground. Intricate movements hypnotizing the audience, Lillian would be his stiffest competition. The years of professional training would not stack up against her natural talent. The dance would secure her place in history.

 This would be a hot flash inspired by M3. The word is dance, the limit for this post was 50 words. This post comes in at 45 words. 
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Red said…
Oh, this is great. I love a competition. ;)
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November 4, 2012 at 11:57 AM
Laurie said…
Why am I not surprised? ;-)
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November 4, 2012 at 12:01 PM
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