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... tch, since it’s on the smaller side.

Shocking how I only realized today that Adam belonged to a crew. A dance crew with Barnabas being their leader. Barnabas wanted me to come and watch them rehearse for a bit. But I’d be lying if I said I second-glanced at Barnabas whenever my eyes darted to where he was.

For a leader, he seemed to dance with no rhythm. Sure he did a good job at choreographing the moves to others, but when he does it, it doesn’t appear like he’s into it.

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