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And, man, I swear I’m flyin’. The wind’s rushin’ past me, and for a second, I feel like a superhero. But then, I hit the ground, rollin’ like a pro. I hear cheers, and I’m like, “Yeah, that’s right!” But then I realize I landed right next to a food stall. The guy’s lookin’ at me like I just ruined his whole day.

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