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She was sitting on the windowsill; her bare legs hanging off the ledge mocking the pouring rain and the seventeen floors that separated her from sanity. Thunder broke the air as her eyes went upwards; goosebumps pulsed through her skin. Makeup ran down her face, uniting her tears with the rain. It was then that she shrieked hysterically, and sliding herself further off of the ledge she finally looked down. Below, the umbrellas and cars looked like rectangles and circles moving in harmonic waves. The woman threw a golden ring down onto the streets below, then taking one last look at the cataclysmic forks of light, eased herself back into her apartment. For a minute the woman stood there, gasping for air as she laughed, tears flowing down her face. It was then that she smiled, and after closing the windowsill, she crawled into bed and passed into a blissful stupor.