Sandra slid the heavy window open. Smog and car exhaust wafted into her high-rise apartment. The sounds of the city on this Sunday afternoon were jarring and loud -the rumble of a subway train, a car honking, bus brakes squealing. In her bare feet, the 28-year-old woman climbed up and eased herself onto the window ledge, her legs dangling. The experience was vivid: the cityscape all around her, the wind blowing her hair into her eyes, the building's rough concrete scratching at her calves. Her heart beat faster as she watched the traffic far below, and she gathered up the strength to push off.
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