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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.

Because it scares me, and I have to know if I can.

Just to see if I can.

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

Just to see if I can.

I shook my head. No. He's mine.

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.

He clutched the flashlight tighter. Why? And somehow I thought the question was about more than the oubliette and why I had to climb inside it.

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.

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

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.

To me, Richard, I have something left to prove to me.

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.

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

If I can crawl down into that hole.

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

Because it scares me, and I have to know if I can.

Just to see if I can.

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

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.

Why? and his voice held the first hint of anger, like a slap of warmth.

Why? and his voice held the first hint of anger, like a slap of warmth.

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.

Then why do it?

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