Prologue

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I stand on the roof. Wind whips past my ears, a strangely calming sensation. I walk over to the ledge, and sit down. My legs dangle over the eerie drop below. Lights merge into a beautiful neon blur, as vehicles dart around like comets in the night sky, looking for a purpose. I take a deep breath in. This is such a stupid idea, I know. But, if I pull it off, I'll make history. I stiffen my arms, shift forwards, and drop off the ledge, head first, going so fast I can't focus. Don't die.

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