Dad tries to write
an essay about a middle school talent show "without sounding like a prig." He sounds like a prig:
They writhe and strut, shake their bottoms, splay their legs, thrust their chests out and in and out again.
Reminds me of
this:
They danced to the tunes of the gramophone, and the dance floor was replete with tapping feet, enticing legs, arms wrapped around waists, lips pressed to lips, and chests pressed to chests. The atmosphere was full of desire...
Do you worry more about dancing or the kind of people who worry about dancing?
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