They both clung to him, dangling off a cliff, their faces upturned.
He felt the muscles in his hands stretch.
He could save only one.
The blood pounding in his ears, his breath ragged.
Their hands slipping.
He could save only one.
Time slowed down.
She smiled at him.
And let go.
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The choices - when they exist - why do they make themselves difficult to choose from, I wonder.
- Me
Because it wouldn't be fun otherwise?
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