A deadly one that you feel in advance because the air gets all atingle and your skin crawls-or so the science books say. But I know this won't work because my eyes flutter too much to fake it, and besides, people don't blush while unconscious. I'm betting Cinderella didn't feel this foolish, but then again, Cinderella wasn't as clumsy as an intoxicated walrus. In fact, one of them is missing, probably caught in a crack of the boardwalk. Thing is, tripping over them is partly responsible for my current dilemma. Option One: Run away as fast as my dollar-store flip-flops can take me. Options skim through my head like a flip book. And there is definite humiliation waiting when I get around to looking up at him. He knows why my cheek is plastered to his bare chest. Worst-case scenario, they saw me totter like an intoxicated walrus into this complete stranger because I was looking down for a place to park our beach stuff. Best-case scenario, they think I know this guy, that we're hugging. I hear people passing on the boardwalk and imagine them staring. Maybe he's waiting for me to gather my pride. Maybe he's waiting for me to find my balance. I SMACK into him as if shoved from behind.
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