
I was trying to get comfortable with the idea that I was about to walk off the roof out into empty space. Dizzy with fear, I stood at the edge of the garage, peering over the leaf-filled gutter to the pavement sixteen feet below. But I couldn’t make myself do it—for obvious reasons—having to do with pesky urges about av…
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