Stephen Curry Golden State WARRIORS CHRISTMAS DAY

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datatime: 2022-10-06 12:59:35 Author:bXPaTCEK

He shook his head. I let this happen. I'll get him out.

I shook my head. I'm not competing with you, Richard, or anyone else. I don't give a shit who's better or faster or braver.

Just to see if I can.

Why? and the anger was more than a faint hint now.

Just to see if I can.

Give me the flashlight, Richard.

If I can crawl down into that hole.

I shook my head. No. He's mine.

Why do you have to be the toughest, the bravest? Why can't you, just once, let me do something for you? Going down in the hole doesn't scare me. Let me do this for you. Please. His voice was still soft, and he was leaning into me enough so that I could smell the drying blood on him, the richness of fresh blood in his mouth, as if some small cut had not healed completely.

Why? and his voice held the first hint of anger, like a slap of warmth.

Just to see if I can.

Why? Why do you need to know that? You've proven to me and everyone here that you're tough. You don't have anything left to prove to us.

I stared back into the hole and let myself acknowledge just how afraid I was. So afraid that I could taste something flat and metallic on my tongue. So afraid that my pulse was hammering in my throat, like a trapped thing. My voice came out calm, normal. I was glad. It doesn't matter that I'm afraid. I touched the flashlight, tried to pull it from his hand, but he held on. And, short of playing tug of war -- which I would probably lose -- I wasn't getting it away from him.

Why do you have to be the toughest, the bravest? Why can't you, just once, let me do something for you? Going down in the hole doesn't scare me. Let me do this for you. Please. His voice was still soft, and he was leaning into me enough so that I could smell the drying blood on him, the richness of fresh blood in his mouth, as if some small cut had not healed completely.

Why? and the anger was more than a faint hint now.

Give me the flashlight, Richard.

I shook my head. I have to do it, Richard.

Why? He studied my face like he'd memorize it.

I shook my head. I'm not competing with you, Richard, or anyone else. I don't give a shit who's better or faster or braver.

If I can crawl down into that hole.

Just to see if I can.

I held my hand out for the flashlight.

He held on with both hands. Why do you have to do this? Just tell me that. You're so scared your mouth is dry. I can taste it on your breath.

He shook his head. This isn't courage, Anita, this is stubbornness.

I shook my head. No. He's mine.

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