Lydia and Damian
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- Parti 10
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Ultima pubblicazione mar, set 18, 2012
He was walking right next to me, on the side of the mountain. With out thinking I kicked his feet out from underneath him. His eyes went wide and he started to fall. He was trying to grab everything around him to save him but he was only coming up with snow until he grabbed my leg. Before I could save myself he went flying down the mountain, dragging me down with him. I screamed all the way down. All I could think was I am going to die. Luckily the hill didn't have to many rocks or anything so I didn't get scratched up too bad. I heard Damian hit the snow-covered ground with a thud and I landed right on top of him. Too tired and sore to move, I just laid there trying to catch my breath. “Well if this is what it was going to take for you to get on top of me I would of done it sooner.” He said. That’s all it took for me to get off of him. I stood up and started walking away.
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