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Why? He studied my face like he'd memorize it.

Why do you have to be the toughest, the bravest? Why can't you, just once, let me do something for you? Going down in the hole doesn't scare me. Let me do this for you. Please. His voice was still soft, and he was leaning into me enough so that I could smell the drying blood on him, the richness of fresh blood in his mouth, as if some small cut had not healed completely.

Why do you have to be the toughest, the bravest? Why can't you, just once, let me do something for you? Going down in the hole doesn't scare me. Let me do this for you. Please. His voice was still soft, and he was leaning into me enough so that I could smell the drying blood on him, the richness of fresh blood in his mouth, as if some small cut had not healed completely.

I shook my head. I'm not competing with you, Richard, or anyone else. I don't give a shit who's better or faster or braver.

Give me the flashlight, Richard.

Why? and the anger was more than a faint hint now.

Why? and the anger was more than a faint hint now.

He knelt beside me and spoke softly, I can smell your fear. I know you don't like close places.

Just to see if I can.

He held on with both hands. Why do you have to do this? Just tell me that. You're so scared your mouth is dry. I can taste it on your breath.

Just to see if I can.

Just to see if I can.

Why? He studied my face like he'd memorize it.

He shook his head. I let this happen. I'll get him out.

I held my hand out for the flashlight.

Why? He studied my face like he'd memorize it.

I shook my head. I have to do it, Richard.

I looked at him, at the puzzlement in his face, his eyes, which had bled back to their normal, perfect brown. I'd been trying to explain shit like this to Richard for a few years now. I finally realized that he would never understand and I was tired of trying to explain myself, not just to Richard, to everybody.

I shrugged. Maybe, but I still have to do it.

Why? He studied my face like he'd memorize it.

I looked at him, at the puzzlement in his face, his eyes, which had bled back to their normal, perfect brown. I'd been trying to explain shit like this to Richard for a few years now. I finally realized that he would never understand and I was tired of trying to explain myself, not just to Richard, to everybody.

What difference would it make if you couldn't climb down in that stinking hole? You'll never have to do it again, Anita. Just don't do it.

He shook his head. I let this happen. I'll get him out.

I shook my head. I have to do it, Richard.

Give me the flashlight, Richard.

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