Trash Can Bomb

He said,

"Girl, you're hotter than a trash can bomb."

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I looked at him

with a raise eyebrow

and laughed

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His eyes bulged

"Wait, that came out wrong."

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I smiled and said,

"You're lucky I know how cool those are

or I might be insulted."

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We reminisced on that day

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It was the day after

American Independence Day

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We met at Pleasure Point

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I told him that I was bummed

I worked graveyard all night

so I didn't get to see fireworks

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He reassured me,

"Maybe we'll see some today."

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We walked the bluffs

played music

and shared laughs

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The sun was setting

the stars were rising

when we heard a

*BANG*

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The sky ahead sparkled

My eyes exploded

My heart pounded like a child

I shouted like I've never

seen sparks in the sky

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"Let's go!!! Maybe there's more."

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We joyfully scurried to the source

He shouted his favorite poem of mine

about Independence Day as we walked

It made the people on the street laugh

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That's when 3 meters ahead

another firework exploded

right above our heads

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The pyros were a group of teenagers

running amok in the streets

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I asked them if they had more

They waved for us to follow them

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He was hesitant

but I interjected and said,

"Yeah!!!"

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We followed them

to the end of a cul de sac

in the neighborhood

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Just when we thought

they were going to

set of fireworks off

on the beach

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They did something else

we did not expect

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They pulled one of the

neighbors trash cans

into the street

lit a firework

and threw it in

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We backed up

It burped

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Just when I said,

"That was anticlimactic."

The trash can jumped

It lit up with sparks

and exploded

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He started running away

while I walked

"If you run you'll look more suspicious."

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He slowed down

and we walked leisurely

away from the scene

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He told me he couldn't believe

that I was so excited to

hang with teenagers

That he was just about to decline

but he was glad that I said yes instead

"That was one of the coolest things

I've ever seen"

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I said,

"That was my inner child speaking."

"I find joy in new experiences."

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We agreed that day that a trash can bomb

is the definition of honoring your inner child