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“I can’t dance.”
She stepped closer, her voice soft but steady. “You can still exist in a room.”
That hurt more than I expected, because she was right. Since the accident, I had been perfecting the art of disappearing while still technically being present.
So I went.
She helped me into my dress. Helped me into my chair. Helped me into the gym, where I spent the first hour parked near the wall, pretending I was fine.
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