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Bridge Jumping and Junk Pile Regrets - Ann Lee Miller
I peered over the side of Cato’s Bridge where Aida Gale and had jumped off seconds ago. Fear fluttered in my chest. My toes gripped the edge of the concrete girder, my hand super-glued to the guardrail. Kelly Gaston hopped over the rail and glanced at me. “You’re such a weenie!” She dove, narrowly missing …