This one was just silliness, I suppose.
“Is there anything I can say that will stop you?”
“Nope.”
I shook my head. Damn him, why did he have to be like this? Were all little brothers so infuriating?
“Tell me again what you’re going to do.”
“So that you can pick it apart.” He grinned, his freckled cheeks shining in the bright midday sun.
He turned and pointed at the thundering waterfall. Its rumbling underpinned every sound, and, inured to it, I knew that I would feel its absence when I moved away. There were a few tourists wandering around, one kid with a balloon.
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