When we were about in eighth grade, maybe, in the middle of december we (K, E, J and I) decided that we needed to have an official SGM meeting (read: slumber party) at J's apartment. We had a five minute long serious discussion on if we should change any rules, ignoring the fact that there was no reason what-so-ever to change anything. We then changed pace and moved to playing truth or dare, which changed into dare or dare. We already felt like we knew just about everything about each other, so the truth aspect seemed stupid.
Things moved from small dares to "go out in nothing but a sheet." Then, we decided that a better dare would be to go outside with only one article of clothing on, and a scarf, and run to the third story of the building. J had the creative idea to wear jeans and use the scarf as a bikini top. This led to trying to figure out exactly how much of your body you could cover with a scarf and running around outside, having too much fun to be cold. I dropped my phone down three flights of concrete stairs that night and discovered it was invincible, not a scratch on it.
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