[Generally, she likes surprises more than anything. But there is a certain thrill about the build of anticipation speeding through her heart. She holds on tight enough as they go higher and higher....]
[And then down. So fast she can hardly breathe. The wind pushing her hair back and making her eyes tear. She clutches at your neck and you might hear a laugh if it isn't carried away by the wind.]
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[And then down. So fast she can hardly breathe. The wind pushing her hair back and making her eyes tear. She clutches at your neck and you might hear a laugh if it isn't carried away by the wind.]