Pull-UpsMature

In my street I'm doing pull-ups on a pole stretching from my house to the house opposite. One pull-up after another. I don't feel tired, I just feel like doing pull-ups all day long. A front door opens, I stop and look to my right. My sister, having a drink of something. 

"You wanna milkshake?" she asks. 

"Milkshake? Yeah sure" I land on my feet and walk over to her. 

"Here" she hands me a milkshake in a blue cup. I take a sip, and it tastes of wood. 

"Uhhhhhhhh that's horrible!" I throw it to the ground, it spills everywhere. Blackness comes into my vision and I find it swallowing me up. 

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