We called it the cliff even though it was a quarry. We went cliff diving a hundred times, my brother and me. I taught him how. Don’t look, just jump. Run and jump. Clear the rocks. Don’t crack your head. I let him bring his little friend with us once – foolishly! Fuck, God, I wish I hadn’t. I made them repeat after me over and over on the way up: “Don’t look, just jump. Don’t crack your head.” But Mark Harris. Fucking Mark. He looked over the edge, and I don’t know, got nervous. Slipped. Fell. Cracked his head.
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Title by: aris
Story by: Nick
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