Imagine a man teetering on a rope bridge a mile high above the ground, clutching the ropes for dear life, knowing that one wrong step could send him on an express trip to meet his maker. It’s like playing a high-stakes game of hopscotch where the only prize is survival! His heart races faster than a cheetah on caffeine, as he carefully picks his steps, praying the bridge is feeling cooperative today. Let’s hope he wore his lucky socks!
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