An overpriced athlete’s performance displays her superior winter genetics, her impractical spinning icebound combat halted by a sudden whistle, a sudden horror.

A misrepresented prophet puzzles, her invective punctuated with an ambiguous lisp. It was not always thus; need it always be?

Why does the senior horde beam so, grinning beneath the ceiling fan amid a puzzling void? She sits there among them, lost in thoughts of corkscrews on the ice.

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