She and I were standing there a few feet from the edge of the roof. She had just remarked about our height above the streets and sidewalks of New York (we were on the 21st floor), and I mentioned something of fear. It was a sort of strange thing, but between my words trailing off and her response, I found myself walking closer to the edge until my toes hung off the concrete. Then I stuck my head out ahead of my body and peered down. confused, she asked from behind me, “what are you doing?” I suddenly shifted my weight backwards and took a step away from the edge - realizing, I didn’t trust my balance, I didn’t trust the wind, and I couldn’t trust her not to push.
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