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I love the rain. It makes me feel like
dancing, dancing, I'm going to dance the night away. Dancing
swiftly, it became so fast that the floor burst into flames. Suddenly,
all that mattered was to get away. As far away as possible. Madagascar maybe, or the isle of Svalbard; anywhere else but
Oklahoma, people will look at you like you just grew three heads and burst into flames. The people there are just so
peculiar.
