If you’re ever gonna tell me that taking risks is wrong, then tell me before I jump from this plane. I’m fairly certain that the chance of my life ending is higher at this moment than it’s ever been, and you’re just standing there with a camera and grinning like a moron. Why did you even come up here with me if you only wanted to take pictures of me in this horrible jumpsuit? I could have just stood in front of a big fan with two feet on the ground, crouching and pretending to make a frightened face. I’m a pretty good actor, but you just never give me the chance.
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