I can’t dance. Not even a little bit. But the terrible moves my friends mock are an antidote to the racing heart and quivering breath that arrive in my more anxious moments I can’t dance. Not even a little bit. But the terrible moves my friends mock are an antidote to the racing heart and quivering breath that arrive in my more anxious moments T he first time I started dancing at home was a happy accident. I’d just had a terse conversation with an ex, and my body was reacting in its usual way:

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