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71.  Every year since high school, my friends and I walk across ‘the gap’ in the mountain.  We’ve grown to hate the tradition in the past seven years.  After college, I’m thinking a ‘drinking’ tradition is in order.

Teenage Pixel was going to graduate from high school and he wanted to do something special to symbolize the passage from one stage of his life to another.  As Pixel’s school had been on the other side of the mountain, he thought a very symbolic thing to do would be to walk across it on the last day of school.

Pixel had somehow talked his friends Frank and Alethea to walk with him.  The day came and the three of them layered sunscreen on, ready to hike the ten miles home in time for the pool party they’d set up at the end.

The trio began the hike talking jovially of what they had accomplished in the past four years, wondering what would be in store for them in the future.  Would they get a doctorate?  Would they have a child?  Would they live with their girlfriend of four years as they worked on their seventh and final year of a philosophy major?

Then, about halfway through they began thinking crazy thoughts and staring at each other with hatred.  They stopped for water and sandwiches, but suddenly the hike didn’t seem so brilliant anymore.

Finally, they hitchhiked walked across the last stretch of the mountain and arrived at Pixel’s house and jumped in the pool to start the party.  Unfortunately, it had not been an hour since their sandwiches and Pixel’s leg cramped.  He sunk to the bottom of the pool and drowned.  He died of an old wives’ tale.

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