A lie less ordinary

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He could still hear his father’s words: ‘You’ll never be special…just get a job. No son of mine is ever going to be a dancer.’ 

But, every night, after turning off the gaudy neon light at the family store, he would dance away his mundane day; this was his secret.

He smiled as he flowed into a perfect arabesque; there was nothing special about the three-day-old turkey either, but that too was a secret.

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