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"He was aggressive and laid-back, typical of hip-hop. She was smooth and elegant, a precise, well-disciplined ballerina. A visually odd but powerful duo. Both dominators and none dominated. And caught thinking about her own atypical philosophy, the dancer ended up concluding that there was a curious and complementary chemistry in her steps."
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