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As
we
walked
up
the
hill
,
we
bumped
into
Josh
coming
down
.
I
asked
him
if
he
wanted
food
,
but
he
declined
.
I
asked
him
where
I
could
find
him
later
on
.
He
smiled
and
said
,
“
Seek
the
truth
for
yourself
,
and
I
will
meet
you
there
!
”
I
nodded
and
made
a
serious
face
.
“
Okay
,
I
’
ll
see
you
there
,
”
I
replied
,
as
if
everyone
knew
exactly
where
the
truth
was
and
how
to
get
to
it
.
Josh
laughed
and
walked
down
the
hill
toward
the
cliff
.
I
laughed
and
continued
up
the
hill
toward
the
house
.
I
don
’
t
remember
how
long
I
was
inside
.
I
just
remember
that
when
the
girl
and
I
came
out
again
,
everyone
was
gone
and
there
were
sirens
.
The
pool
was
empty
.
People
were
running
down
the
hill
toward
the
shoreline
below
the
cliff
.
There
were
others
already
down
by
the
water
.
I
could
make
out
a
couple
guys
swimming
around
.
It
was
dark
and
hard
to
see
.
The
music
droned
on
,
but
nobody
listened
.
Still
not
putting
two
-
and
-
two
together
,
I
hurried
down
to
the
shoreline
,
gnawing
on
my
sandwich
,
curious
as
to
what
everyone
was
looking
at
.
Halfway
down
,
the
pretty
Asian
girl
said
to
me
,
“
I
think
something
terrible
has
happened
.
”
When
I
got
to
the
bottom
of
the
hill
,
I
asked
someone
where
Josh
was
.
No
one
looked
at
me
or
acknowledged
me
.
Everyone
stared
at
the
water
.
I
asked
again
,
and
a
girl
started
crying
uncontrollably
.
That
’
s
when
I
put
two
-
and
-
two
together
.
It
took
scuba
divers
three
hours
to
find
Josh
’
s
body
at
the
bottom
of
the
lake
.
The
autopsy
would
later
say
that
his
legs
had
cramped
up
due
to
dehydration
from
the
alcohol
,
as
well
as
to
the
impact
of
the
jump
from
the
cliff
.
It
was
dark
out
when
he
went
in
,
the
water
layered
on
the
night
,
black
on
black
.
No
one
could
see
where
his
screams
for
help
were
coming
from
.
Just
the
splashes
.
Just
the
sounds
.
His
parents
later
told
me
that
he
was
a
terrible
swimmer
.
I
’
d
had
no
idea
.
It
took
me
twelve
hours
to
let
myself
cry
.
I
was
in
my
car
,
driving
back
home
to
Austin
the
next
morning
.
I
called
my
dad
and
told
him
that
I
was
still
near
Dallas
and
that
I
was
going
to
miss
work
.
(
I
’
d
been
working
for
him
that
summer
.
)
He
asked
,
“
Why
;
what
happened
?
Is
everything
all
right
?
”
And
that
’
s
when
it
all
came
out
:
the
waterworks
.
The
wails
and
the
screams
and
the
snot
.
I
pulled
the
car
over
to
the
side
of
the
road
and
clutched
the
phone
and
cried
the
way
a
little
boy
cries
to
his
father
.
