“And you’re early,” he replied, lacing his fingers through the Velcro straps of his board. The board’s underside was a map of nights—scorched scorch marks, a sticker of the old subway line, the initials of friends who didn’t make it past twenty-five. For a second he traced the battered wood like it held the script of his life.
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For a heartbeat—maybe two—the city was nothing but the sound of his breath and the weight of gravity. He remembered the night that had taken so many from him: cold windows, broken promises, a hand slipping. This was similar only in the way that every cliff tastes like the last one you jumped from. He fumbled midair, then found the board with cartilage memory. It was an imperfect landing: one ankle rolled, a tendon sang in warning, but he kept moving. Pain was a line he’d learned to skate around. “And you’re early,” he replied, lacing his fingers
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