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You had insisted on strapping the parachute on me, but I blatantly refused.

And so you wore the backpack, but attached a few cords from the parachute to my back, for safety. I didn't really see why it was necessary, because I was more than certain that your muscular arms could've easily carried my thin figure, but didn't complain, in case you decided to not go at all.

Once the helicopter had gained some more altitude, you opened the door, letting a gust of wind enter, scattering everything that was inside.

You had looked at me, as if asking if I trusted you. It was a very stupid question. Nevertheless, I nodded my head vigorously, and held your hand.

After a count of three, we jumped together, hand-in-hand.

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