'I wouldn't if I were you.'
'You're not, Mom.'
'That's what I said. If I were you.'
'I wouldn't do what you do, either. You don't do anything except wait for life.'
'There's a difference between using sense and jumping off that bridge with a rubber band on your skinny ankle.'
'Jeez. It's a bungee cord.'
'Doesn't matter what you call it, Son. It's not enough to keep you from disaster.'
'I haven't decided for sure, but the other guys are pretty much committed. I'll think about it.'
Their last conversation echoed through every night. Someday, she'd jump. But not today.
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