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... before cursing myself.
It wasn’t because I wanted to—I needed it.
It was cold, that’s all.
Just practical.
Just practical.
I shoved my arms through the sleeves, and the jacket hung off me, too big but warm—too warm.
And then, before I could second-guess myself, I climbed back onto the sink, swung a leg through the window, and jumped.
The world tilted for half a second—air rushing past me—before I landed hard, knees buckling but holding.
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