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There was this one time where I betted that I could climb to the highest tower of the city that we were stopping in. We were all young, perhaps one of us could already be considered an adult but we were all bare faced and we definitely should not have been where we were. We were all there because we were good at something, some of us at sneaking past guards of just get lost in a crowd, others - like me - were good extracting information ( or, at times, snapping bones to get it ). Regardless, they had dared me to climb it since they always heard that I was good at it ( and I never said otherwise, just feeding into my own ego ). I was, and still am, a very good climber.
Let us just say that after that night ( who told me that it was a good idea to climb after having one or two too many cups, I don’t know ) they never let it die down about my ‘climbing skills’ and after that anytime that I commented that I was good at something there was always that knowing look and their stupid smiles that I always had to knock off their stupid faces.
