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Disclaimer: The story herein is fiction. Fiction is defined as being the following: A lie. A literary work whose content is produced by the imagination and is not necessarily based on fact. Please don't take these stories as truth. No harm or disrespect is intended by any of the fiction contained here.

"Woooo-hoooo!"

I scream like a madman jumping from boulder to boulder down the side of the hill. Once I hit the bottom, the only option will be to land in that muddy stream.

I fucking love this. Love these woods, love this storm, love that I can howl at the top of my lungs and there's no reactions to worry about.

"YyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhMaaaaaaaaaaaan!!!"

Wiping a smudge of mud off my face, I let my hand linger to massage my cheek. Hurts from all this damn smiling. I can't help it. Taking a deep breath, I enjoy this Mountain Man moment. I'd give anything just to stay here, but I'm smarter than that. I know I gotta face the music.