You're high up over the Grand Canyon. The air is crisp. The view is beautiful. You are elated beyond measure. A bald eagle attacks your hang glider and you're not wearing any goggles, helmet, or gloves.
I wish my hair was blonde, but naturally, not from a bottle.
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