Scarlette Mansen
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Scarlette was sat on a bench cradling her knee. She had tripped over her own feet and fell flat on her face and cut her knee. She was hopeless. She used the bottom of her dress to wipe it clean but it didn't help much. Brushing curly locks of hair out of her face she sighed heavily. It was as if she couldn't go any where without injuring herself.