I wonder if he went to bed last night picturing the headlines.
"Incredible Human Spider Scales Wall of Four Seasons Hotel Like It's Nothing"
"Hundreds Astounded By Sight of Impossible Climbing Man"
"MAN IS REMEMBERED FOREVER FOR DOING SOMETHING insane"
(etc.)
And then maybe, maybe, as he pulled the pillow over his head and thought about which button-up shirt he'd wear the next day - the red one? the blue one? - he pictured himself right around the 49th floor and thought about those 24 years and everything they meant to him, everyone he loved inside and out of Rockaway, New Jersey, all those beautiful skylines, all the building and breaking that it took to get his keen climbing sneakers to the streets of Manhattan
and maybe he thought about the other headline, the one that made him scrunch up his eyes and roll over,
the one where he reached the 51st floor of a 52-story building
and slipped
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