The only thing stopping me from plunging into the abyss below me were my hands, gripping the edge of the building. I lacked the strength to pull myself up, so instead I was just going to hold on for presumably most of the rest of my life.
And then he appeared above me, shotgun in hand.
"Just hanging out, man?"
I looked up at him.
"It's not enough to kill me, you gotta one-liner me too?"
He chuckled, then pointed the shotgun at me.
I waited, until I realised he wanted me to grab it.
I did, then he fired.
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