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Well, the way I saw it, you know, beforehand, in my head, there was no inches from faceplant. There was nothing but cheers and accolades and doing it again to beat out what I did the first time.
The crashing was reality. That wasn't what I was going for. Apparently. I was going for the impossible. :)
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