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The red girl came to the resort and saw bright green skis. Wanting to test them, I chose the highest slope. Having never skated, she rushed down. The first meters were slow, with the wind blowing in the face, giving the feeling of flying. But the skis were speeding up. After losing control, she realized she didn't know how to stop. Attempts to slow down only made them wag. The skis ran along the edge of the slope, closer to the forest. She bounced on rocks, crouched down from branches, driving around trees. The skis flew forward, the end of the slope was far away, and the speed increased. It seemed impossible to survive. She rushed, knowing there was no going back.

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