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His heart in his throat, Sam clipped the balet-clip to the wire and checked his harness for the thirtieth time.

"Come on!"  Allison called from therooftop across the street "You gonan do it or you gonna wimp out?"  Her voice echoed off the other buildings in the downtown core.

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