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Lucy liked that feeling of being on the lip of a chasm with the high winds blowing her hair and, below, the jagged rocks of the abyss. We are more alive the more we put ourselves at risk,. Like the moth drawn to the candle flame, it was the nihilistic pulse of danger she courted each time she fluttered her pretty wings.
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