I visited my ballet studio a month or so after my injury, you know just to check in and make sure the place hadn't fallen to pieces without me... more like, to make sure that they hadn't forgotten about me!
And I found out that about a week after I broke my foot in class another girl broke elbow, but not in class. I think she fell off of a horse or something like that. Then! A few days later another girls mother was in a car accident and broke her leg!
It is a weak coincidence at best, but it could be said that I was the first of three bad things to happen, and that's how bad things are said to come, in sets of three.
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