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Her small, anxious hands grabbed the cup, a bit too large as it slipped down and tumbled to the ground, the milky mess covering the carpet: her mother let out a disapproving sigh and rolled her eyes, “Will you ever do anything right?” and that’s when she began to limit her aspirations, so that her dreams would never be too large, so she’d never make any mistakes she’d never again drop the cup, but she’d never have enough to drink.