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The Ride
"Come take a ride with me" That’s what he said The conservative side of me Almost jumped out and said; "huh uh, I don't do roller-coasters" but the look on his face prompted me to change my mind as if to say you don't know what you're missing, he has thrown down the gauntlet, and don't I love a challenge! I didn't need a second invitation as soon as I was strapped in, it started to move slowly, thinking to myself "I can handle this; it’s a piece of cake, not scary at all" What the hell? Who was I kidding? midway through the first lap, it started to bounce up and just as quickly it skid down again I grabbed the bars to stable myself in the seat leaving marks on my hands as I dug my fingernails deeper, into my own flesh. Glancing across I can see my fellow revelers’ mouths moving, but I can’t hear a word they're saying it looks like one of those silent movies all I can feel is my heart beating faster and with every movement praying for my safekeeping, at the same time cursing this guy next to me with a solemn promise that if I live to tell the tale, I will never allow myself to be talked into something this crazy again, even if the guy is as sexy as the one sitting next to me…
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