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It's not even that I mind dancing. I like to dance, actually. I'm just getting tired of being forced to. Besides, whatever Sunday was about, it somehow lacked the grace of the Pasa Doble last week.

Also, it evidently invited biting. Or maybe that was a coincidence, how should I know.

Today is-- Guy Fawkes' Day, right? In England. The fireworks are kinda fun, but the smoke's a pain... And it's a good idea to watch where you step, I'd prefer not to see too many missing fingers from cherry bombs in the Hospital tomorrow, even if it is good for business.