As I see the apartment comes into view, the sun creeps over the sky scrapers, and the phrase “Crisp, cool morning air” really doesn't work here. No, more like “Polluted, musky, and dingy air” Anywho, I shoot down down and disappear and reappear as a shadow along the ridge of the building by the window. I look in and see Ray. Slowly and carefully I move along the shadows of the ridge through the small gap between the window and the frame. U know the one that's there and u think the window's shut but the gap's still there and then ur wondering where the hell the draft's coming from cos...
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