I'm a plumber by trade.

It doesn't sound like much, but if you ever work this job, you know you're in a position

of power.

Fixing a toilet might not sound all too glamorous, but everyone who's ever had a broken toilet

knows how inconvenient it is.

How long can you stay in your house without a functioning bathroom?

Anyway, I've quite the story to tell, and it starts somewhere far away from my ordinary

workspace.

There's an abandoned quarry just outside of town where kids who graduate have one final

party before the summer.

I say kids, but the reddle's now I guess, but it is a mindset thing.

The whole quarry party is considered a harmless tradition, and most parents are willing to

let their kids go.

I mean, they went there themselves all those years ago, who are they to tell their kids

not to?

The people of this town may be old fashioned, but they're not hypocrites.

Sure, the quarry is a bit messy in our days, but all in all, isn't that bad?

But that night, and this particular graduation party, things were worse than ever, and no

one would know until it was too late.

There were dark clouds gathering overhead, so most of the kids who wanted to take a dip

had to hurry before the rain came.

Reverse six to arrive through themselves in.

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