"A death wish?" I echoed, shaking my head vehemently. "It's only thirty feet," I pointed out, though there wasn't much conviction behind the argument. He was right. I knew he was right. These past three days, it felt like he was always right and I was just stumbling around, half-deranged. "I don't want to die."
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Date: 2009-05-05 11:10 pm (UTC)