The glass of water quivered all the way to the night table.
'I don't like taxicabs. I don't care for umbrellas. I don't have eyes for comfort. I broke my leg once, but I'm never wearing crutches again. Some people like 'easy'; not for me.'
And he jumped.
And I never saw him again.
I don't remember what was so hard back then that I didn't jump after him. It seems to me it could have been the easiest thing to do in my whole life.
The candle kept flickering.
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