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The "second string" is a phenomenon as old as competition itself. Not everybody can be an astronaut; every Dumb needs its Dumber. The Tiny Bunch is a ragtag company of drinking friends with a dancing problem, who have been marginalized, rejected, and passed over—and for good reason. But what others have in training, talent, and technical ability, we more than make up for in alliteration. Always stress free, we take dignity, modesty, and irony to new heights. We dance like no one's watching and hope that is, in fact, the case.
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