Tired, and out of breath, you finally reach the shoulder. Sitting at the top, you glance down and realize it was almost like climbing a mountain, and you become a bit shakey and you have to look away.
"Nick!" You yell at the top of your lungs. "Nick, I'm on your shoulder."
The young man turns toward you; you smile as you think he is going to see you, but he does not see you. He is looking at his hair in the mirror behind you.
"Nick!" you wav your arms wildly.
He tosses his hand around his head, his hair flying around dangerously toward you.
He hits you with his locks, and...
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