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This Is A Test, Isn't It? It's Like Choosing Out Of Three Caskets In A Fairy Tale. Everyone Knows The Rules. You Never Choose The Gold Shiny One. Or Even The Quite Impressive Silver One. What You're Supposed To Do Is Choose The Dull Little Lead One, And Then There's A Flash Of Light And It Turns Into A Mountain Of Jewels

Our Whole Family Thrives Under Pressure. It's Like Our Family Motto Or Something. Apart From My Brother Peter, Of Course. He Had A Nervous Break Down. But The Rest Of Us.

Jeez Louise. I Know Why Rich People Are So Thin: It's From Trekking Around Their Humongous Houses The Whole Time.

I've Always Had This Deep-down Conviction That I'm Not Like Everybody Else, And There's An Amazingly Exciting New Life Waiting For Me Just Around The Corner.

Becky! Love!" Mum Has Pushed Her Way Through Her Dancing Guests To Reach Me. "what's Wrong? Has Labor Started?" Honestly. My Family Has No Idea About Contemporary Urban Street Dance Trends.