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"Don't be impatient with me!" she snapped.

"Don't yell at me!" he hollered back.

Daria stood at the top of the cliff, breathing hard, seething with frustration. When she tried to think about knots, her mind went empty. The rope still trailed off her climbing harness and back over the edge, a heavy reminder that if it were suddenly pulled, she would go tumbling down and smash her body open like an overripe fruit on the rocks below.

Curse her stupidity.

( In which Daria gets sun fever for being a dumbass. )