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An elevator appears from the vanishing point at the 中心 of one of those 四角 bee-tv's. The passenger 箱 slows and hangs just below us. Press the button or not, the doors will open, letting us out of the elevator. Let's go up up up and away. We've been tied at the belly and now we float, a free balloon suddenly past the edge of the buildings, up where thin and カラの plastic bags ride the intercity winds. |
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