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That’s what they said of one of those hang-gliding pilot in Rio de Janeiro. The two of you run madly on a slight slope, and then you go over the edge and make your panoramic way towards the beach. Except that chap had forgotten to fasten his gear, so when they reached the takeoff zone, he just left the boat and crashed underneath onto some rocks, leaving the tourist on his own to deal with a real extreme experience. Apparently he survived.
(from Adam)
That’s what they said of one of those hang-gliding pilot in Rio de Janeiro. The two of you run madly on a slight slope, and then you go over the edge and make your panoramic way towards the beach. Except that chap had forgotten to fasten his gear, so when they reached the takeoff zone, he just left the boat and crashed underneath onto some rocks, leaving the tourist on his own to deal with a real extreme experience. Apparently he survived.
(from Adam)
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the scene
A flowery woman, seated on a couch, announced.
Where is my toy ?
Somewhere in the distance, the bells of an ancient cathedral, dark around the edges, the top bright and clear. A short figure stands out.
“Mam, dear, pray”, a silver tongue .
Where is my boy?
“Aha”, said the little man, “an abreaction surely!”
Where is my toy ?
Somewhere in the distance, the bells of an ancient cathedral, dark around the edges, the top bright and clear. A short figure stands out.
“Mam, dear, pray”, a silver tongue .
Where is my boy?
“Aha”, said the little man, “an abreaction surely!”
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