Nadja
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Nadja had talked up her skills the entire way up the hill. Skiing? She’d gone skiing a thousand times before. In a dress, no less. She was basically an expert.
Now, though, as she looked down the menacing, very slow steep, she hesitated. A kid pushed past her and slid down the hill with ease. Sure she could do it too, she stepped forward — and promptly fell into the snow.
“Bullshit. Fuck this, I hate it here,” she hissed as she tried to stumble back to her feet with the large skis.