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May 31
The roof was wet but it hadn’t rained
The man had been up there for some time
Sat on the apex. Head between the knees.
Murmurings of panicked concern among
  those below.
He might want to jump, they thought.
No.
His flies were undone and the zip was stuck.
Written by
Will Raderecht  24/M
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