Dancing for Billy Harmon consisted of twisting his lips and struggling to move them back and forth. It was sincere, schmaltzy, and sad. In other words, quintessential Billy Harmon. We loved the kid in the same way we loved inspirational quotes photoshopped onto pictures of sunsets over the beach. Not because they're profound. But because they assure us, temporarily at least, that life is simple, that an aw-shucks attitude paired with a splash of color can defeat the sting of tragedy, no matter how tragic that tragedy is.
Which is bullshit, right?
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