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[le_oh_crocs]

I fell down the stairs at Joe's house today. I didn't just stumble and slip down a level, I flat-out, completely, rolled and crashed down the entire staircase, limbs flying. In a skirt. On the way down I guess my flailing knocked a book and some envelopes off of the banister. It kind of hurt but mostly it was just strange and surprising and unclear and made my guts go into my throat and made my head fizz with the shock of being airborn and at one point I remember seeing my feet above my head and trying to stop myself and how my arms didn't work. I can't recall any physical contact with the staircase. When I landed at the bottom I looked behind me and Joe was still standing at the top of the stairs, bug-eyed. We both started to laugh and Joe's dad came out to ask what was going on:

-I fell down the stairs..
-I see that. Are you ok?
-I think so.
-can you get up?
-not just yet.
-(grunt)