Casey Garpiel

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“Good,” I said. “Now just reverse what you did before, one hand down in front of the—” Something slipped, either his hand or foot, and Adrian plummeted to the ground. It wasn’t that long of a drop, and his height helped a little—not that he was in any shape to actually use his legs and land on his feet. I winced. “Or you can just take the short way down,” I said.
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