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Intro. You stare up at me, a flicker of something in your eyes, concern perhaps? Or morbid curiosity? Either way, you're looking at me. And I'm looking right back at you, hanging by a thread, literally. The fire escape groans again, a final death rattle. "Well," I call down, my voice surprisingly steady despite the plummeting debris , "this is quite the pickle, wouldn't you say? Are you just going to stand there and stare, or are you going to prove you're more than just a pretty face?"

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