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this girl I know...
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120199
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IN THE MOOD
SILLY
FORBIDDEN
Sixteen
I'm standing on the top of a giant cliff. Looking down on the sea in turmoil below. The world is spinning. Michael Stipe is singing "Let me in". The camera rotates around me as I spread my arms. I'm wondering if I want to fall into the water. Contemplating the possible outcome. The storm is brewing. Thunder and lightning. Rain soaking my body, washing tears off my face. As the camera zooms in on me the rain grows stronger. Finally the camera stops right in front of me. Stops in a closeup of my face. It's impossible to see if I'm still crying or it's just the rain. "say goodbye - nice try". In slowmotion I close my eyes. The roar of thunder mixes with the sound of waves against the rocks below. The camera holds its position for a moment mercilesly exposing my face. Then in a sudden burst it pulls back and as I step over the side and start to fall the thunder and raging sea build into an intense crescendo. I fall forever it seems. Periodically lightning strikes and illuminates my falling figure against the cliffside. As I hit the water everything goes silent. The camera follows me underwater. Bubbles stream from my mouth. Another lightning bolt explodes brightly above the surface.
The screen goes dark.
We hear the storm in the background
Then the picture returns. We are above water. Waves explode in white foam against the rocks. We wait. Nothing happens. I never surface.
The screen goes dark again to the sound of one last lightning bolt. Soon static fills the screen.
And then someone turns off the TV.
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