As we glide across the ice, I smile softly at you and nod. We prepare to do the hardest trick in our act. In practice, we’ve mastered it and we are confident nothing bad will happen. I lift you in the air to hold you up. Before I realize it, you’re falling from my grip and land straight onto your leg, breaking it. The crowd gasps. I skate over to you quickly and hold you close as you cry. I realize what happened is my fault. Tears fill my eyes I’m so sorry! This is all my fault!
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