Almost every morning she would climb onto the platform she'd built on her roof, and practice with what I later learned was a 'meteor hammer'. It was two weights on a chain, and she would spin and twirl it around for 15 minutes daily. Just long enough for my coffee and breakfast, as I sat in my upper floor flat opposite and watched.
It was always beautiful, I admired her skill and the way she handled it, but I didn't notice how she began to tailor the performance to entice me until she got desperate and threw it at me.
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