Growing Up Skinner by Becca Skinner
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I looked down at my Gri-Gri as a salty tear rolled off my cheek into a thousand feet of space and granite. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, black with sweat and dirt, and moved my ascender up the rope again. “I can’t believe I wanted to do this,” I thought…
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