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Ahh, the old surfing and broken bones routine.
In college, jumped into the water from the bottom of stairs to go surf. Waited for a wave to come by, expected to go about head deep. Water was below my knees. . .
My partner jumped ONTO his board, and paddled out. I walked up 2 flights of stairs, across the street, then another flight of stairs. Got in shower and pulled the suit off that last ankle and felt the bones separate.
When my "partner" got back, I was in a cast. You LEFT me to drown.
It was an epic winter at Campus Point that year. The DAY the cast was cut, I was back for a session of tiny waves on my longboard.
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