[when she starts off showing him the dance, she goes slow, humming the tune under her breath, constantly glancing at him to see how he's doing, slowing further if she feels he needs it. it's only when they reach the end that she falters, when her feet find themselves automatically entering her part of the dance, half-caught in a pirouette before she pauses...
she steps into a lean, one arm in the air and the other reaching out towards him.]
... Okay, now, you spin into my arms, and I'll dip you.
[this very small child speaking with utmost confidence that she can do this.]
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she steps into a lean, one arm in the air and the other reaching out towards him.]
... Okay, now, you spin into my arms, and I'll dip you.
[this very small child speaking with utmost confidence that she can do this.]