Her Immortal problem
Lisa stood on the precipice of the skyscraper, her boot-clad feet teetering right on the edge. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and jumped. The wind whooshed past her as she shot towards the asphalt below like a bullet, her hair flying all over. A smile spread over her face as she picked up speed, intensifying into a full-blown grin the closer she got to the ground. She opened her eyes and let out a scream of joy, her rapid descent reflected in the glass walls of the skyscraper. She felt alive, like an eagle looking imperiously at the flightless creatures below her.
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