One minute, blissful self-contemplation. The next: wham!
The landing isn't so painful when you discover that the person that fell on you from out of the tree is a long-haired co-ed.
"Sorry," she manages, "branch broke."
As if that explains it all, she offers you her hand to help you to your feet.
You're winded more than anything else and pick yourself up without her help, although you thank her for the thought. "What the Hell were you doing up there anyway?"
"Oh, you know," she says, brushing her hair back, "just trying to get away from it all."
You take her in now. Her long hair is mousy brown, a descriptive word that almost matches the way in which she sports two prominent front teeth. It says a lot that that is her only defect, however. You certainly don't want to see her disappearing up the tree any time soon.
You introduce yourself, and she reciprocates, "I'm Samantha."
You get to talking, and inevitably she asks you about the gun you were holding up a moment ago.
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