I ran towards the exit of the classroom. My strides were long and fast.

One, two, three, four-- I leapt out into open space. The hose swayed gently before me, unaware that I was about to latch on for dear life.

My bound took me farther than expected. I approached the other wall with alarming speed. Too much speed. My hands shot out to grab the hose, but my whole body just rammed into the opposing wall. I squashed against it. Then gravity did its thing again. As I fell, my hands flailed. They zeroed in on the tough fabric. My fingers clasped together above the metal tip of the hose just before it was too...

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