This was in 2008, my last day and "last dance" as a 12-year old member of the corporate work force. I danced my last dance even with a huge, long and bloody wound on my right leg. A co-vendor's flimsy panel board from a bazaar By Beaded Story participated in had fallen right smack on my leg while setting up our booths the day before. Surprisingly, I managed to dance even with a moment of making-up lame excuses. This was the "last dance" of the rest in white as well.
Donna Summer was way before my time, but her songs surely rocked parties of my former work life. Thanks Donna for making us dance!!!
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