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His boots touched the surface of the floating block. He skidded forward and came to a blessed stop at the edge. He stuck another landing. It wasn’t getting easier with age. This was his last life. As a fireball whizzed over his head, he couldn’t help wondering if someone out there was pressing his buttons.
(Word count 55) Won Second Place in "The Amazing 55 Word Story Contest"  [ASR]
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