When she came back to as if I wanted another pillow, I laid my hand on her arm.
I wanted to know her story.
She regarded me warily.
It was because she reminded me of Kate. Not in her looks - but by the manned in which she walked. Kate always walked as if she was gliding across a frozen pond.
Only she could.
I remember traveling with her to her competitions.
Watching her flutter in her beautiful costumes.
Kate always won.
I always wanted to be her.
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