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dear my little blue dancer,

The musical was today . My mum made me go to "support my friends". It was boring. They kept forgetting their lines and their cues. I wish I could have stayed home and waited for you.

When I got home you were already there. You were standing on the pavement on the other side of the road, staring up at my window. Were you waiting for me too? I sat down and you started dancing. You mostly did acrobatic tricks today, cartwheeling and flipping down the street. You had swapped your dress for black pants and a blue t shirt.

My brother says he'll buy me some watercolours so that I can finish my drawing if the ballet shoes.

I wonder if you can see me too.

-rose

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