Fran was a beautiful flower when she danceri. Ballet showed her grace
and elegance, but she was ready to try something new. She hung up
her ballet slippers in exchange for hip hop dance gear which included
sneakers, a sweatshirt, and loose tights. Fumbling through the new
dance moves, Fran was like a child at their first dance class, and her
legs were confused by the new found moves. The rocky winds of this
music felt strange as she was used to the smooth air of ballet. The bang
and clang would take some getting used to. Fran focused and followed
the footsteps as best as she could knowing that practice makes perfect.
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i could of w this question but i don't see a " passage " .

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sorry ! ):

it was surely an odd creature that one made up by reading the historians first and the poets afterwards a worm winged like an eagle; the spirit of life and elegance and charm,   in a kitchen chopping up suet. but these creatures, monst'r however entertaining to the imagination, hast no existence in fact. what one might doth to bringeth h'r to life wast to bethink poetically and prosaically at one and the same moment,   thus keeping in toucheth with fact—that the lady is mrs martin, ag'd thirty-six, did dress in blue, wearing a black coxcomb and brown shoeth; but not losing sight of fiction eith'r—that the lady is a vessel in which all s'rts of spirits and f'rces art coursing and flashing p'rpetually. the moment, howev'r, yond one tries this method with the elizabethan mistress, one brancheth of illumination fails; one is did hold up by the scarcity of facts.   one knoweth nothing detailed, nothing p'rfectly true and substantial about h'r.   hist'ry scarcely mentions h'r.   and i did turn to professeth'r trevelyan again to seeth what hist'ry meanteth to that gent.   i hath found by looking at his chapt'r headings yond t meanteth.

it is the first choice bc it obviously says "home"

(1) logan sighed as he sat on the couch. "i can't believe we're stuck at home on the fourth of july! "