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The door to the roof slams shut with a bang and I jump, involuntarily. For a moment Roger is nothing but a dark figure illuminated from behind, and then he is reduced to the orange pinpoint of his cigarette as the light from the doorway is extinguished.
"You okay?" he asks. The orange light glows brighter as he takes a drag.
"I needed some air," I say, leaning against the iron railing at my back. I turn my head and look out over the city, twinkling and perfect from this height.