"Here, have a cigarette," he said in a drunken voice.
"Let me give you a light. Being scared doesn't help. If you're scared, something bad will happen. Chin up. I won't hit you."
She got up, pulled him close and pushed him off the cliff.
"Damn right you won't anymore, you piece of shit," she said, walking away on a monsoon night.
-PRK-
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