“Right. I thought that was it. I was dead. Teetered my luck on fate’s edge at the bridge and here I was jumping straight off. I was scared, so mad at myself too, for being so dimwitted. But it was the same fella from the bridge, the one who had let me go before. I thought, maybe, I might be able to reason with him. Instead, I started gibbering and crying…” she looked away, her hands finding the pockets in her jumper.
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