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Screaming wildly, she jumped. Like a rocket, her legs launch off the cliff. Wind rushes through her auburn locks. Cheering drowns the air. Fear and excitement fill her eyes. CRASH! The young woman pierces the calm surface, shattering the sun. Then, silence. Nothing but the sound of waves splashing the cliff. Time passes and the mirrored surface restores the sky’s azure perfection and his glaring, golden eye. Once again disturbed, the water shatters. Eyes bright and smile gleaming, the fiery-haired girl breaks through the surface.
“The water is amazing!” Scarlet exclaimed. “Jump in or I’m dragging you down here, wimp!”
From the top of the perch, I yelled back, “Alright, alright. Geez, I’m coming! Better move or I’ll land on you.” Scared—no.
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