Outstretching her arms, turning them inward way above her head, creating a circular shape. Her own imitation of the fifth position of the arms. Then she stood on the tips of her toes (well, she made an attempt) and spun in graceless circles. Then a sing song would commence "Mary Catherine! You're my Le Le Le Le Le Girl!" With a shrill voice erupting with contrived happiness.
I recognized the falsity.God damn, I hated that shit.
rather than the bible, oh well.
"Your children are not your children.
yet they belong not to you.