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One of them got a parachute. The other got a box.
He floats in a pressed suit under a gold canopy. The cardboard box next to him is doing terminal velocity toward whatever’s left down there. It held a desk lamp and fifteen years of tenure. The landing was decided long before either one jumped.
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