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I watch from above as my comrade watches from below. My hair in a tight ponytail, sailing in the wind like my own little whip. My comrade has his own little ponytail. I wonder what would happen if he took it out. I choke on the thought--he'd look like a girl!

Fifty stories below, I see him raise his eyebrows at me. I shrug, and he rolls his eyes and continue scouting for them. Then I see them. He raises his hand and I halt, I was about to go for them. He looks at me. Wait, he mouths, I'll make first move. I'm about to object, but he does, after all, have more experience with these things. I see myself down there, and I know he sees himself, too.

Except--good.

The thought disgusts me.

I see his eyes dart to mine, and I jump off the bulding.