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No way to top Piemma.
Two years ago coming off the rocks at BRR. Korkers scraping and making a heck of a noise. Headlamp on. I get to the tall grasses and start onto the little trail back to the car when a teenage boy sticks his head up over the grasses and bolts (toward the big rock and away from me). What the he** is that all about? Smokin' dope?
I take a couple more steps, and girl calls out from the trail-Ican just make her out at the edge of my my lamplight. She is frantically pulling on her clothes and saying "sorry, please wait sorry. I turn my head so she is out of the light. She gets up and chases after her boyfriend.
I'd be pissed at him if I were her, leaving her alone, naked in front of a stranger.
Last year coming off the short wall in the dark just as I am hitting the beach, three college girls rush out of the parking lot stripping off their closthes as they run accross the sand (lit enough to see) and jumping into the water.
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