The stairwells, Saturday evening

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Poor Edward had begged out of ice cream with a *handwavey* phone message, still hungover, and Dinah had decided she'd better get some exercise before she indulged that much two days in a row.

So up and down the stairs, faster and faster, to the Killers on her iPod, Dinah was running and humming.

Are we human
or are we dancer!

[ooc: totally open]