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Monday, March 31, 2008

Call me Ginger (or Fred)

I have a 16 count solo in my tap recital, and I have to tell you, I'm freakin' tickled pink about it. I only wish we weren't wearing tuxedo shirts so that my jacked arms would show.
Posted by Kamikazee Squirrel at 4:41 PM
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