I did, with both hands. Tony checked the buckle, spread his arms, and leaned forward, over the edge. His eyes were closed. The wind parted his hair, and I could see light brown roots. He wasn’t leaning far, but it was enough; he was trusting me with his life. After about ten seconds he straightened up, whooping and laughing. ‘Man! That was amazing!’ he said. ‘Your turn.’ I took my place on the cliff’s edge, Tony behind me. He held my belt with both hands. I leaned forward, eyes open, tilting far enough so that my feet disappeared from my peripheral vision and the land seemed to sail by beneath
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