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Without Training Wheels
“You tell me to be careful. I tell you I am safe. This is so easy to do. I’ve been doing this since first grade. It’s all about balance, about freedom.”
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“You tell me to be careful. I tell you I am safe. This is so easy to do. I’ve been doing this since first grade. It’s all about balance, about freedom.”
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