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When I moved to Winter Park, I sat on the floor and watched a cartoon/animation of a piece of goo that eventually fell from a c
Coca-Cola bottle, to Bolero, and it marched along, and I know eventually there was an ape going wild with fire and probably a crusade of others.. It reminds me of my morning schedule offer but that the cute ballet boys weren't there and my new, private idea that I could teach Die Forelle and a cascade of others on Fridays @ 4, in a room in the main library or somewhere else. I had up a recording from Kultur from my old college in New Orleans of a brunette as Clara in "The Nutcracker" in the Royal Ballet School.
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