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“This is such a bad idea.” Sebastian said as he and Abby trudged up the mountain.
“Oh, what’s the worst that can happen?” Abby replied, her copper pan clanging against her metal chain belt.
“Death. Or at least, permanent disfigurement.” Sebastian said.
“You’re such a pessimist.” Abby rolled her eyes.
As they made their way towards the creepy abandoned mine shaft, Sebastian wondered how he got roped into this.
“Two words, Seb. Iron. Ore. It’ll make a kickass guitar pick for Sam’s birthday. Sam’ll love it. He’ll be so happy, he might even kiss y—”
Sebastian pushed Abby into the creek.