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Cats don’t sprain ankles


I wish I had a magic button to press when I feel tired. I don’t think my brain knows when it should tell my body to stop. What usually happens is I will get hurt or collapse. Anywho my point is that my cat died on august 19th, when I had just sprained my ankle at woodward. I got hurt because I was tired and decided to skate, ignoring what my body was telling me. so after my ankle popped I decided to call home. I asked if chooch was dead and my mom said "no he’s right here" so I said ok and hung up. so the couple last days of the trip I was really sad because I didn’t want to go home,but I knew chooch would be there for me to hug. I get home and walk in the door and my mom said that chooch was dead. He died a couple hours after I called when I sprained my ankle at woodward.maybe if I would have called home an hour later my dad would have answered the phone and my mom would be holding chooch and he wouldn’t have got hit.or maybe if I skated an hour earlier I wouldn’t have decided to do a lazy ollie and sprain my ankle. maybe I should believe that bad things happen, and good things happen,and after they happen sometimes you realize why they happen, and then you want more happenings to happen. although I know how I sprained my ankle,I still don’t know why it happened. Oh well, it happened.
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