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The slip of the drink's tongue, saying it was not, rather than now, part of the story, gave me the chance to act. I regurgitated it out the window.
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But of course the pressure gradient sucked me out too.
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I looked down, hoping to find a matress farm or a trampoline range. Instead I saw an asphalt jungle racing up at me.
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