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Day eight. Where he tried the normal route. ✉ 8th. She who despite animals, loved my animal movements. I notice a traitor smile as I wrote that phrase. She would always call my dancing as a version of an 'animal movements' - only much more weirder than adorable. Well, that's what she said. I don't even know why. My dancing isn't that wild... or even that bad. But I do remember her laughing her heart's content every time I decided to dance. She would also tell me that I stink at dancing - which I honestly believe isn't even true. Sometimes, she would even ask me if I'm just trying to make her laugh... but every time I do told her that this is just the way I dance, she would just chuckle. She would laugh at me over and over again - and damn, those laugh. Those laugh always made me sm