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I thought it would hit me a lot harder. Like a gust of wind that nearly knocks you off your feet, and chills your ears and face. Like a snowball that is more icy than powdery. Like hitting your head on the top of your bed each morning that eventually you wonder if that's what made you this strange. Like a car crash. Like being struck by lightning.

It didn't though. It was more like slipping on ice. Crashing to the ground, and sitting there stunned. Stunned of what just happened, and a little embarassed that you just fell flat on your a**. People staring at you, and wondering if you are okay. "Claire, are you alright?" they ask, "Don't worry, you'll get through it." And you're wondering, Why the hell are they telling me this right now? I just fell on my a**. It's not the end of the world. It's not like I'm gonna have to go to the hospital since I broke my butt, or any outrageous thing like that. Sure, maybe I'll have a bruise, but that will go away sooner or later. Then, you get to your feet, and brush the snow off your pants. Your balance is a little unsteady, but once you get to secure ground again, everything is better. You take a few steps forward, and once again, you slip on some ice.