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  1. One of the coolest parts was when Alex and I were standing in a drainage ditch. I was playing with a big stick I had picked up off the ground. It was very tall, at least twice as tall as I. I would guess 10 feet long. It was thin enough to comfortably hold in my hand and light to carry. It felt satisfyingly heavy, and I pretended it was a great sword, or something. Earlier I had picked up a thin stick 1-2 ft. long, and snapped it apart just by gripping it firmly and shaking it up and down along the axis it flexed. I think it broke apart sort of like how when glass resonates strongly enough it just shatters. (I feel like there’s a more precise way to explain exactly what I did, like some sort of technical term an engineer would know, something about tension and stress.)
  2. Anyway, I was pressing one end of my big stick into the concrete and leaning on the other end, feeling its flexible strength. I had to hold it at a low angle to the ground to do this because of how tall it was. Alex stepped onto the end of stick opposite from the one I was holding. I couldn’t say why, but I moved it up like a lever, and it let out a very satisfying SNAP. Although we could tell something had broken in the stick, it looked like it remained intact. Then, wordlessly, he continued taking small steps up the stick and we did a sort of… dance, almost. He would take a step up the stick as I carefully held it in place so he could balance on it, then I would lift it again to snap the stick. We did this maybe 5 times. When there wasn’t enough room to continue stepping up the stick, he stepped off.
  3. I picked up the stick, now broken into multiple parts, and started waving it around. Each break created a loose section of stick, so it was almost like a chain, or the segmented sword Ivy uses in Soul Calibur. I shook it about and the end pieces started to fall off. Then when there were only two segments left, I reared back and snapped the stick forward, sending the last two segments flying. Then we sat down and looked at the multitude of worms squirming about on the concrete as it did that weird acid thing.
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