I used to dream about flying. When I was little I would pray to god every night that he would give me wings so I could fly to school instead of take the bus. I woke up every morning slightly disappointed, but still quite happy. I wanted to see the world from the air and soar through the sky, and I was only 6. 15 years later, my prayer was answered. Now I just need to hollow out my bones and graft the nylon to my skin. Human flight is finally possible. I've spent so much of my life on a slackline, one inch away from flying, but now my dream has come true.
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Apparently I'm not the only one looking good.
Yes this new fashion is all the rage.
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