[This is just another rehash of a script that's played out a thousand times.
A thousand embarrassing times.
When she feels a hand on her shoulder, any hope that her little tumble might have gone unnoticed goes up in smoke, forever lost. She turns toward him, but almost immediately drops her gaze.]
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A thousand embarrassing times.
When she feels a hand on her shoulder, any hope that her little tumble might have gone unnoticed goes up in smoke, forever lost. She turns toward him, but almost immediately drops her gaze.]
I'm okay.