It depends. Everything. Sometimes a little, sometimes a lot, because sometimes my everything really isn't very much. But it's lovely, when you let go of the edge, because you know it's going to hurt terribly when you hit the ground, but you don't care, because for just that one instant on the way down, you're flying.
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What about yerself?
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