...me, a ninja turtle in a helmet and pads that cost quadruple what
butterflake's Rollerblades did, gingerly teaching myself to skate up and down the cul-de-sac in the twighlight. Fun was had, and no falls occurred. It's a good thing I waited so late because the kids would have laughed at me right up until I unavoidably ran over them.
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