He lay on the ice for a long moment, breathing cotton wisps into the morning air. Someone was watching him from the window, a motionless mannequin behind the glass. When he at last stood, his jeans were torn and his leg was bleeding, but his greatest fall was still ahead.
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“Give him the stick. DON’T GIVE HIM THE STICK!!!” “we’re sorry…” “hey, do you know my dad?” “OOOOOOOoooOOOOHHHH”
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