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  • Kelly asked me if I'd ever jumped out of a plane.

    I told her I had. Just before I left New York to try to live in Los Angeles.

    She asked me what I thought it.

    It was not as exciting as people make it out to be, I told her. And the guy I was attached to tried to pick me up with all sorts of poorly crafted innuendos while we were flying in the tin can of a plane. But, we did a double back flip out the door and flew for a while. It was hard not to smile.

    I think some people do it because they think it might change their lives or personal paradigms, I added. I had alternative motives, I confessed.

    I tried to end it at that, but she asked me why.

    There was someone special I wanted to talk to, someone who no longer walks on earth, and I figured that high in the sky with nothing but air between us was the closest I could get to him. That maybe if I whispered my secrets up there, he would hear.
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