A rivulet of sweat ran down my nose, looking for an escape. It leaped to its fate, making a SPLAT! on the black mat under my feet. I stepped wide to the right, bringing my feet together, clapping my hands once, then stepping wide back to the left, once, feet together, twice, ending with another CLAP!
How on earth did I end up in this lively little dance studio on a sleepy little street in Galt surrounded by women, all attempting the same Zumba moves? And what the heck is Zumba?
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