When I was in high school, our senior class took a ski trip to a local ski resort. Upon arrival, I made my way directly to the lodge to find a good seat to view the mountain and a warm cup of hot chocolate. I watched skier after skier descend from the peak; some of them made it to the bottom, some of them ended up cartwheeling down.
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