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Posted on March 27, 2009April 4, 2018 by wildreader

He flew off the Golden Gate Bridge. Threw his arms out, but no wings unfurled. The black t-shirt rippled up, abdomen sporting a trail of short brown hair. Blue jean cuffs arced; white athletic socks peeked out over looped laces. 21 years was enough.

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