For the most part, it was the same thing I’d been seeing for the last thirteen years.īanners with the same jackass’s name on all of them. Because I knew what was hanging from the ceiling of the dome-shaped facility. Rolling over onto the cheek I’d fallen on the least amount of times, I blew out a breath of frustration, managed to keep the “son of a bitch” I really wanted to scream inside my mouth, and tilted my head all the way back to make faces at the ceiling, figuring out almost immediately that decision was a fucking mistake. This was the second day in a row I hadn’t been able to land a damn jump. They might have to if I didn’t figure out what I was doing wrong, damn it. My butt cheeks could handle another two hours’ worth of falls tomorrow. By the time I’d busted my ass five times in a row, I figured it was time to call it quits.
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