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Snow was in the air, falling like it did in edward scissorhands. he was in the crowd, unable to keep himself from dancing to the caribbean vibes coming from the group of high schoolers dressed in brightly coloured t-shirts with tye dye suns, playing the sugary, syrupy sounding steel drums.
"i am very impressed by youth when they unite themselves and are one," he said. thinking back, "where they display an unparralled confidence, know what they are doing is great but are not showing off, simply having fun."
"my favorite part," she said, "was when one of them came out and danced with you."
"yeah, me too," he said. "what was up with that?"
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