I'll look forward to it. [Tim can hardly disagree. Not with a cloud drive back home full of just that. Instead, he climbs on top of the railing that goes around the short balcony and balances there for a moment.]
Come on up, the wind's great. [It's cold, but fairly gentle for this high up.]
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Come on up, the wind's great. [It's cold, but fairly gentle for this high up.]