Flexible

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  There was once a girl I knew who was very flexible. She enjoyed being a cheerleader in high school and then moved on to follow her dream of being in gymnastics. She loved being on the balance beam and showing off how flexible she really was. It was what made her happy.
Even at the age of twenty she still practiced to become more flexible as a gymnastics professional. It was her dream and her biggest goal. Many were amazed at how she could move her body. It was so graceful and she did it with ease. She made it look so easy. It seemed like every time she practiced, she would be able to stretch her body to new limits. I thought that girl would be able to bend her body over anything.
  Even though her body could move in many ways that others can't, her flexible body still couldn't bend its way over all of the branches of the tree that pierced her body. All it took was one wrong turn into the woods and not necessarily paying attention to the road to ruin that once perfect body. She could always find some way to bend herself out of a situation, but no one is flexible enough to avoid that many branches.

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