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Riding up an elevator on the outside of the car. Drunk, my friends are with me, hanging on. We ascend high above the courtyard to the top floor. I reach to grab ahold of the balcony when the car gives way. I panic on the way down. Somehow, landing softly.
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- Burrowing through folds of plastic underneath someone's living room... I come to a wall, no exit. They stir above me, I know they're coming down... A wall of water envelopes the city. I climb above the marketplace, submerged. The scaffolding above buckles and bends. Alongside an outcropping, we climb into a gondola, which glides down towards the water. A man with two faces climbs aboard from the surface, when one mouth speaks, the other just mouths the words. The gondola gives way and we fall. Under the weight of the wreckage, i find her underwater. We embrace, happy to be alive.
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