At what the skaters called the grind rail, Pranthi learned that skateboarding had its risks. One of Jack's friends had been trying ever more outrageous tricks. Pranthi suspected that his bottle of water was more alcohol than water. He got sloppier as the afternoon progressed. She set up fifteen feet from the end of the rail. Close enough to have mostly sky as background, far enough back that the person designated to protect her from flying skateboards didn't have much to do.

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