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MORGAN

“C’mon!” Faith shouted, her voice muffled by the thick drifts of snow “Just one more run!”

Just one more run The last run The last run on the lastski-tour in the Italian Alps Such a bittersweet ending to an a time

But I didn’t want to push it

“The snow is crazy though,” I argued “And the wind’s picking up And the weather says—”

“Blah blah blah,” Faith laughed, with an accoan, you have to let loose! You’ve been wound up way too tight, our whole time here!”

Maybe, I thought to myself But maybe not The trip had been fun — a much needed and welcome break from our studies We’d come all the way from Massachusetts with a bunch of other students, and I’d been drunk two nights out of seven That was a personal record for ht my ass…

Then again, Faith had already hooked up Twice And with two different guys! Although the first one — the cute one — I think she only made out with, and—

“We’re already up here,” Faith said, lowering her goggles My shoulders sluondola doe’re doing this double-black diamond!”

Double-black diamond?

My stoht up with her cautiously and looked down, already not liking what I saw