Tonight, at work, I fell. Slipped right in a nice patch of black ice. And I walked by it at first, and I made a mental note: "Oh, you better not step on that, mister!" But, being a teenage boy, I did anyways, and fell on my hip, and hand, hurting both. Laique came over, and said, "Mr. Potter, you've broken my heart." I didn't exactly
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