Her: I’ll give you a dollar if you jump. Me: You’re nuts. Her: maybe. Kids lined up, one after another. A few adults, the crazy ones, or those with no fear. Maybe on their deathbed anyway. It was certainly hot out. The trek to the hole in the ground was not fun, along a road, I made the bad decision to carry the beach umbrella. I was optimistic there would be somewhere to plant it. My skin already had days and days of sun, it was turning a shade of pale coffee splashed with freckles. My hair was going blonde, something I liked. My feet had a permanent flip-flop tan across the front.
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Her: I’ll give you a dollar if you jump. Me: You’re nuts. Her: maybe. Kids lined up, one after another. A few adults, the crazy ones, or those with no fear. Maybe on their deathbed anyway. It was certainly hot out. The trek to the hole in the ground was not fun, along a road, I made the bad decision to carry the beach umbrella. I was optimistic there would be somewhere to plant it. My skin already had days and days of sun, it was turning a shade of pale coffee splashed with freckles. My hair was going blonde, something I liked. My feet had a permanent flip-flop tan across the front.