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“Two minutes to showtime,” they informed me.
That’s when everything went from A-OK to a steep drop down the Verruckt. For those of you who don’t know it, it’s the steepest waterslide in the world. My hands (and ass) began to sweat profusely. The clasp on my pants was holding on for dear life. My…
