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  • I saw him up there, against the sky, perched upon the triangle of meeting walls, reaching down with his paint roller. I wanted to call out: "Don't be silly, use a harness!"
    But what if the cry threw him off balance?

    He’d told me before, covered in orange specks of paint, "When it's our turn to go, we go, no?"

    Faith or cynicism, I couldn’t tell. ‘Realism’ he called it, but then he later confessed, when I pressed a little further, that his favorite movie of all times was Spiderman (the first).
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