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Blades Of Cotton

look of steely determination and effortless grace while posing frozen mid-ice waiting for music to start
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perfectly positioned arms and delicate porceline doll like hands extended out to an adoring crowd
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plucky, girl next door, underdog, Miss Runner-Up story aired before performance
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tiger-like smile after nailing quad
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infectious happy tears after finishing program
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playful kiss and cry room banter
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beatific look of humble gratitude while accepting flowers
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3 hanky, most downloaded on youtube, medal acceptance complete with heart tugging national anthem moment
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Talent needed to complete the skating part of the program...
I'm going to have to get back to you on that

Wait...
Does sock skating count?

Peace ~ Rene

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  1. You have perfectly summed up figure skating.

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  2. ha! This is great!! I LOVE figure skating!!!

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  3. ha. fun post. socks do count. smiles.

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  4. it most assuredly does
    and if you ever want to do pairs, i'm your guy

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  5. You have everything needed! The Gold is yours, my friend; and I will be proud to share the story of how we met with everyone I know. They will ask me if you are as much fun as you appear to be, and I will regale them with tales of margarita and guacamole parties and us playing Rock Band in our socks...

    Pearl

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