I climb to the top floor of a vast warehouse by iron stairs and ramps, a big bare room with windows I can look five hundred feet down. I have come here, of course, to soar down. Need something to break out a window. An iron bar or perhaps a barstool- - like the man who broke a glass door in the Milky Way in Amsterdam and Benn Posset shielded me with his body?
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