The Thing About Roofs

The Thing About Roofs

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❝Why do you do it?❞ ❝Because I know there's nothing to lose if I fall.❞ _____ Ever since she was in high school, Gracie has always had an obsession with standing on the edge of the science block roof. She's never told anyone why she does it. Most people are blind to the goings on above the building. That's until one blue-eyed boy pushes himself into the crevices of Gracie's life, hell bent on understanding her and her weird interest. Gracie isn't sure why he talked to her in the first place. Actually, she is; but she knows better than to believe it. Apparently he was 'saving' her. But Gracie doesn't need saving, especially from him. At least, that's what she thought.
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