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Grandpa-2

    Then we scaled a mountainside until the river looked like a ribbon of green so very far below. The rocks were jagged and scraped the skin on my knees and palms as I climbed. Grandpa said, "You wait here. I've got to scope this place out," but it didn't take long for me to get bored and frightened of just hanging around out there off the side of that mountain, so I pulled one of the boards loose from the fence, grabbed a chunk of railroad track on the other side, and pulled myself through. 

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