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“What are you doing here?”
“We miss you.” “Sorry, but you can’t come in,” I said. “Please?” “No. Parents aren't allowed,” said Jen. “But it sounds like you’re having more fun out here,” they pleaded. “That's because we are,” Nick confirmed.
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“You know how you’re not married?”
“Yes,” I replied. “And you know how I’m not married?” “Yes.” “Well, we could get married to each other.” “That’s a great idea!” I responded, gazing lovingly into Nick’s gorgeous, brown eyes. Om. Step. Mani. Step. Padme. Pause. Hum. Gasp.
I repeat the mantra in slow unison with each shuffling step as I painfully inch my way up to the pass. “Time. For. A. Rest,” I announce breathlessly. I collapse onto the snow, my lungs screaming for oxygen, while Kunchok sits patiently beside me, lighting a cigarette. BOOM… BOOM… BOOM…!
I sat motionless, as the slightest movement caused internal explosions in my head. A voice permeated my foggy consciousness. BOOM. I refocused my eyes and slowly gazed sideways. BOOM. |
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