Things Slip Through
In fact, she couldn’t think of a better way to cheer herself up, so she broke into a jog, forgetting about embarrassments in front of boys she liked; smelly strange men and unreliable imaginary friends.
She spread her arms into wings.
Hopped onto the ice, feet flat, legs flexed for balance.
She closed her eyes and slid, the winter air burning her cheeks. For just a second, her troubles faded. Things were good. Right now, they were good.
“Hey, baby cakes! What’s shakin?”
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