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Her kick sent her flying over the crossing on her skateboard, determined as if she wanted to leave all old behind.
Ever accelerating, the stripes blurred into grey as the wind stretched back her greying hair like a gentle caress, the feeling of freedom always so intoxicating.
But something made her turn to the patiently waiting cars.
Through the confused strands of hair over her eyes, behind the clean windscreen in a neat suit and tie, sat the man she had forgotten and the life that should have been. Before she came the the other side the world had shifted.
Ever accelerating, the stripes blurred into grey as the wind stretched back her greying hair like a gentle caress, the feeling of freedom always so intoxicating.
But something made her turn to the patiently waiting cars.
Through the confused strands of hair over her eyes, behind the clean windscreen in a neat suit and tie, sat the man she had forgotten and the life that should have been. Before she came the the other side the world had shifted.