A man is on the roof.
He waits for hours in the cold, the dark, the ice rain that comes as winter draws its dying breaths.
He waits for a specific moment, then he will act.
This man endures the cold and the wind and the wet.
He sleeps in the day, he walks the city at night.
The man waits, alone.
He does this not because he wants to do it, or because he
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