![]() ![]() “I’m not sure loose is a good thing at thirty stories up.” Or ever, for that matter, I thought. “Funny how a tight top can loosen a girl right up.” Her short curls bobbed with her nod of approval. ![]() “Don’t be such a slave to comfort.” Anna pulled my hands away from the vest and gave me the once-over. “I’m suffocating.” I tugged at the scrap of white vinyl - supposedly a vest, more like a corset - that I’d somehow let Anna talk me into wearing tonight. I paused halfway across the roof, letting the boys hurry ahead. What we were about to do was not only stupid and dangerous, but also illegal, and in my sixteen years of life I’d made a point of avoiding activities that could be described with even one of those adjectives. ![]() Maybe it was the spotlights sweeping the streets below, or the patrol planes flying in pairs along the top of the Titan wall, or maybe it was just my good sense reasserting itself. Now that I was actually on the roof of the skyscraper, I was having second thoughts. ![]()
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