So I did what I had threatened, and showed up at Abby's dance studio, Billy Ocean blaring. Singing, feeling the stress leave my body in waves of 80's memories, I was starting to relax from my crazy day.
My dancing girl plopped herself in the front seat, and began unplugging my iPod.
"Hands off," I said, "I want to hear this song. Because I really did.
"Moooooooom," she said. "I just don't feel like sixties music."
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