I think I may have figured out why so many middle-aged women love these things for real. They give you power.
When we got to the bar, I started dancing. And I kept dancing. A lot. I never dance in public. Not even when I'm tipsy.
It was all in the sweater. I already looked like such a fool that it didn't matter how silly I looked busting out with my crazy moves.
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