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Oh yeah, um, today I tried to get my mom to dance with me. I was on the phone with sarah and I started playing "All Night Long" by lionel richie. For some reason I really wanted her to get up and dance, but she wouldn't. I tried dancing in front of her, turning the music up loud enough to bang out your ear drum, and even singing the "da daa" part from the beginning when lionel comes in. She wouldn't budge. But later I was playing "Hey ya," which is the greatest song in a long time. I heard the door open and I thought it was sarah. I said "hello?" and no one answered. I pulled down a blind and looked outside, and it was my mom standing with her hand on the door knob and a smile on her face. She opened the door and said, "I love that song!" I said, "hold on a second", and ran into the room to turn on "All Night Long." She said, "NO" and walked out. I ran down and out the door and stood on the freshly painted porch. Then she told me that the latter song was much better dance to because it was faster than the former. I said, "I thought you loved 'All Night Long'." She said, "Not compared to 'Hey ya'."
Then she danced a little, sort of strangely, and I said "Shake it like a polaroid picture."
And she laughed and to that I replied:
"Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright."
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