I'm a closet ABBA fan. Today I got caught. One of my friendly co-workers asked if I like ABBA because there's a local musical featuring ABBA (which I'm now plotting a trip to). I blushed intensely and admitted that I was a closet ABBA fan. Then another co-worker played "Dancing Queen"... my kryptonite. I can't hear that song without spinning in circles, arms raised, embracing the music. For 3 minutes I laughed so hard I cried, all the while trying to control my urge to dance, giving in a few times. And this happened at work. I wondered if any of my joy would come from this place and there it is... thanks to ABBA.
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