Hearing the sound of a toepick out on the ice, I step out of my office and head towards the ice. The sound of a skate gliding across the ice gets louder and I realize I'm not imagining it. Someone is here. Usually all of the skaters are gone by 7 PM. It's after that now. 9:15 PM. I stop right outside the ice, and my eyes fall on a skater I've never seen before.
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