Zumba in lockdown
Jun 24, 2020
3 minutes
So there I was minding my own business in the office below our dining room when suddenly, from over my head, down drops a cascade, a deluge, an avalanche.
MUSIC. Capital letters. Italics. And now the ceiling starts to thump. (“Thump?” my wife, source of the thumps, will object later. “Thump?”) Fair enough. Steps, then. But are they steps?
The floor above me goes . Then a holler: “Hips!” Who is
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