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heard David’s screams echoing mine. He sounded delighted. I felt very proud of our courage and smiled until my face hurt. We glided smoothly to the end of our ride. The ground crew arrived quickly with eight-foot ladders for us to climb down. David and I were relieved to be back on the ground—safely. We were laughing out loud. Our Zip Line adventure was worth every second of fear. Holding hands, we walked back up the grassy slope. Grinning, I teased him. “I jumped first, you know.”

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2017 Freshwater Literary Journal  

Professional literary journal produced at Asnuntuck Community College

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