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“Yes, they’re pretty. Yes, they’d be perfect for the competition and yes my old skates are falling apart but... unless they knock a few numbers off the price tag, it’s not happening,” Pan found himself insisting to the other, eyebrow raised a little in expectation for the conversation to be dropped. It was supposed to be a fun little trip out, an escape from the stress of the big upcoming figure skating competition he’d qualified for, but they’d drifted too close to the sporting ship where a stunning pair of black skates were on display in the window, “Come on, can we just... go look at the game store or something? Please?”Â













