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For a moment, it feels as if you are floating. The air encompasses you gently and you drift.

The wind begins to rip at your clothes, your skin, everything hurts. You miss the balcony below you and continue to plummet downward at impossible speeds. The air presses you so hard that you can feel your bones moving, your organs shifting in your flesh.

Pain erupts from inside of you as you scream. Your heart leaps into your throat.

In a moment, when you hit the cold pavement 11 stories below, it leaps 4 feet to your left.

It is awful for the cleanup crew.