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the   end    of   hi s   joint ,   then   puts   it   back   in   hi s   pocket .   “I’ve   nev er

                no ticed  you bef ore. ”
                    “Tha t’s   bec ause   I   don’t   live   here. ”   I   point    in   the   direc tion   of   my
                apartment . “See  tha t ins uranc e  building ?”
                    He  squint s as he  looks in  the  direc tion  I’m point ing . “Yea h. ”
                    “I  live  in  the  building   nex t  to  it.  It’s  too  sho rt  to  see  from  here.   It’s
                onl y three  stories  tall.”

                    He’s  facing   me    again,   res ting   hi s  el bow  on   the   led ge.   “If  you  live
                over  there,  why  are  you here?  Your boyfriend  live  here  or somet hi ng ?”
                    His  comment   someho w  makes  me  feel   chea p.  It  was  too  ea sy—a n
                amateu rish     pickup     line.    From   the   looks   of   thi s   guy,   I   kno w   he   ha s
                bet ter   skills  than   tha t.  It  makes   me  thi nk   he   saves   the   more   diffic ult
                pickup lines  for the  women  he  deem s worthy.
                    “You ha ve  a ni ce  roof,” I tel l him.

                    He  lifts an  ey eb row, waiting  for more  of an  ex plana tion.
                    “I  want ed  fres h  air.  Somew here     to  thi nk .  I  pulled   up  Google  Earth
                and    found     the   closes t   apartment     complex      with   a   dec ent    rooftop
                patio.”
                    He  reg ards  me  with  a  smile.   “At  lea st  you’re     ec ono mical,”  he  says.
                “Tha t’s a good quality to ha ve. ”

                    At leas t?
                    I no d, bec ause  I am  ec ono mical. And  it is a good quality to ha ve.
                    “Why  did you need  fres h  air?”  he  asks.
                    Be cau se   I   buried   my   fat he r   toda y   an d   gav e   an    epical ly   di sas trous   eulogy
                an d  now I feel like I can ’t breat he .
                    I  face  for ward  again  and   slowly  ex ha le.   “Can  we  just  no t  talk  for  a
                little  whi le?”

                    He  seem s  a  bit  rel iev ed   tha t  I  asked   for  silenc e.   He  lea ns   over   the
                led ge  and   let s  an  arm  dang le  as  he  stares   down  at  the  stree t.  He  stays
                like  thi s  for  a  whi le,   and   I  stare   at  hi m  the   ent ire   time.   He  probably
                kno ws I’m staring , but he  doesn’t seem  to care.
                    “A guy fel l off thi s roof last mont h, ” he  says.
                    I would be  anno yed  at hi s lack of res pec t for  my req ues t for  silenc e,

                but I’m kind  of int rigued .
                    “Was it an  accident ?”
                    He   shru gs.   “No   one   kno ws.   It   ha ppened    late   in   the   ev eni ng .   His
                wife  said  she   was  cooking   dinner      and   he   told  her   he   was  coming   up
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