Back again, all tired out. My three dances done. One performance, over. My friends converge and I am heaped with flowers. My ribs nearly crack from hugs. I'm so happy. I'm sick of pictures. I'm weary. I want sleep. I want food. We go home and have fun anyway. I am loved, and glad.
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--Mark Twain
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