It wasn't really her birthday. Max was well aware that she'd only picked the day for herself a few years ago. For all she knew, it was really in April or May or August or something. Manticore hadn't been too big on that kind of thing, so she wondered if they'd even kept a record of it
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There's a quick flash of genuine worry in the pit of his stomach -- which is something he's absolutely not going to think about -- before it slips away again. If there's anything he knows about Max, it's that she's not suicidal.
Slowing to a stop just below her, he cocks his head, squinting upward with a cocky grin. "Aw, c'mon, Max. Life can't be that bad. Got me here now, don't you? What more could you ask for?"
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That had been the good thing about the Space Needle. People didn't just pop up out of nowhere and ask you what the hell you were doing up there in the first place.
"Aren't people on your end of this supposed to be trying to talk me out of jumping?" She said.
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Glancing over, he notices the ladder by the wall and then turns his attention back to Max. "So, what's the deal? Missing your quiet time on the Space Needle? You know, you could probably climb a tree and get a lot higher."
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"Decent," Max said with a shrug, "Seattle's better, though."
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She'd never really gotten too much farther than the west coast since leaving Manticore, so she wouldn't really have known.
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