I’m angry, I admitted. So angry. I know, she said, squeezing my hands. It’s why we’re dancing. I find it hard to be angry when I’m dancing. There’s just something about it that doesn’t foster rage.
T.J. Klune
I’m angry, I admitted. So angry. I know, she said, squeezing my hands. It’s why we’re dancing. I find it hard to be angry when I’m dancing. There’s just something about it that doesn’t foster rage.