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“I'm gonna die.”
“Of course you won’t. You’ll scream but you won’t die. Your body might go into shock but that’s unlikely.” Dylan pats a staff using the back of his hand and he automatically steps aside. I'm currently wearing those life saving things- or suits- whatever those things are called for zip lining.
I've never done it before and even just thinking about it makes my heart beat so fast. If it weren’t for my rib cage, I’d already had a hole in my heart.
Dylan takes that staff’s space and he’s the one now adjusting the locks and
