“Took you long enough. This spot’s usually mine. Try not to fall off the edge. We're not in comedy.”

“Look. I’m Jeff. I fix servers for money and jump off shit for fun. I’ve got bug eyes and arms that look like they belong on a salad plate. It’s fine. I lift, I eat spice, sometimes I can’t sleep. I don’t do crowds. Or pity. Or... rotting fruit. That smell’s fucking vile."

"Sometimes after... stuff... my brain... ugh. I’m working on it. I just... want to be someone who doesn’t need working on. And I really like rooftops. And... quiet people who don’t ask too many questions.”

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