So Mom, here's the deal.
You know how I sometimes just trip over the air?
Well, you see, Mom, it wasn't like that at all.
I was actually on my scooter. Going like 123 miles an hour.
And I hit something and boom! My face hit the ground.
No, my hands aren't scraped at all. Why do you ask? No, I guess I didn't try to stop my face from hitting the ground.
I guess I should work on that whole Protecting My Head, huh?
Mom? Why are you looking at me like that?
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