The next day you are just as confused if not more about what is happening. You walk for a while until you once again come to the same brook Rachel took you to yesterday. You were sure you walked in the other direction though.
All of a sudden Rachel pops out of nowhere. She runs up to you grabs your hand and starts pulling you towards the water.
"Wait a minute," you protest "I'm not going through that torture again!"
"Don't worry! I promise the water won't tickle you today!" Rachel said as sweetly as possible.
"I want a promise that you won't tickle me."
"But we had fun yesterday! Don't you agree? It's not my fault the water likes to tickle!" She protested with a puppy face. "And we never went swimming yesterday when you said we would! You owe me one little swim! Besides Goth girls are so cute!"
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