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I would also be the one to tell you to disobey, to break pattern, to not conform, to go out in the rain and tap dance, be loud or quiet, the way you are, the way you like it. Build and break and fail, put together and take apart, draw horribly, write terribly, notes and poems and love letters, croon songs in bad pitch, dance the way I do (it’s really bad), put on some heels and step on some precious toes, make mistakes, a lot of them. There’s no one proper way to do it, nobody has it figured out. There’s just that kid in the playschool and all else is posturing.