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Nora frowned slightly and looked over at the other girls who were watching the guy. Sighing Nora stood up and walked over and stood in front of him smiling a sweet yet sly smile. She really didn’t want a fight, and there wasn’t much time left in this period.
“Sir, you need to leave her be.”
Nora placed a hand on his arm, still smiling at him. Her other hand flew up and she slapped him.
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 Dancing is the loftiest, the most moving, the most beautiful of the arts, because it is not mere translation or abstraction from life; it is life itself.
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