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I'm skydiving out of a plane, along with a group. An unknown black-haired girl is sharing my 'chute, and on the way down, we begin fooling around. Getting caught up in it all, I don't realize until much too late that I need to pull the cord to release my parachute. We're only about a hundred yards from the green ground that's rushing up on us. I say to myself -- and to her -- "In real life, we could never survive this landing," but with the understanding that this is not real life. The landing is glossed over, and nothing exception happens -- we walk away.
However, we're terrified that the others might have seen our indiscretion, and that it will cause at least awkwardness. We nervously look around for the other members of our party as we trot up one hill of the rolling foliage.
However, we're terrified that the others might have seen our indiscretion, and that it will cause at least awkwardness. We nervously look around for the other members of our party as we trot up one hill of the rolling foliage.