A story on how i will die in this wicked world we live in
When I die....
<Tab/>The sun was a few hours from setting and the air was cold and crisp. I could feel the nippy January weather biting my ears. My friends and I arrived at Mt. Pilchuck extra early to conquer the treacherous mountain slopes before dark. We each had our 4X4 Toyota trucks that we had been working on the previous summer. I had just turned 18 exactly four months before the expedition. With Jensen, Chad, and Joel on my tail, I led the excursion up the mountain trail. An immaculate red sunset was beginning to form on the horizon, which we had a wonderful vie…
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