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[I was going to put an arrow towards the soldier that said "Nazi," but I figured everyone would understand without because they wore those red armbands obsessively like prideful Japanese high school hall monitors.]
Anyway, as a girl, I was not allowed to enter said "cabin," so I decided to figure out another way to talk to my friend. This, of course, was climbing the side of the building. The "cabin" was on the side of a hill, probably so they could have extra room under it to store the bodies of previous band camp children once they had worked the souls out of them with hours of musical torture. A convenient concrete ledge made it so one could start at the top of the hill, then shimmy to the middle of the cabin at a much higher height.
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Thus, I climbed up and slide my way over until I was happily chatting to my friend through his window. I was a good 8ft or so off of the ground at that point, but the ledge was pretty thick and I felt secure holding onto the window. I, however, then made a deadly mistake.
The sun had actually broken free of the thick layer of clouds that hovers over the Seattle area with the sole intent of causing depression and increasing the suicide rate of the area. Now that the sun was glaring angrily out of a slit in the gloomy grey, Simon decided he should lower the blinds on his window. He could not get them to lower, though, no matter in which direction he tugged nor how hard. Being a helpful friend, I offered to give it a tug from my direction, out the window. He agreed to try and handed me the cord. I stood up from leaning against the window and gave the cord a sharp tug back...
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Upon falling the 8ft or so plus my own height, I miraculously landed between the sharp rocks placed to discourage children from escaping from the musical madness. The impact knocked the wind of out me, but the humor of the event caused me to start laughing immediately.
Apparently, you need air in your lungs to laugh and you can't breathe while laughing, which, of course, is hilarious. So I laid there, sputtering, seizing and making some odd choking noises, which was apparently very alarming to everyone else in the area, so they rushed over to see what was wrong with me. I found their concern even more hilarious, so I gagged and shuddered even harder, almost passing out before I finally managed to recover my breathe.
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