Dancing With A Limp

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Once again my merciless girlfriend made me drag  my beaten up 71 year old body to this Saturday night dance at the senior complex we live in. I destroyed my Achilles tendon about 8 weeks ago playing senior softball. I've been rehabbing every day both at home and in a rehab center. She is oblivious to my misery. She loves to dance. She thinks that just because I can walk, albeit limping along, that I'm good enough to dance. She is wrong. 

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