spider-manthis guy was just hanging out on the window sill cleaning away--no harness or anything pretecting him from a five story fall...
Spiderman: So I’m looking out the window of our seventh story apartment just gazing at the bustling city; the men pulling rickshaws loaded with 50 or more wicker-chairs, or slowly, laboriously pedaling bicycles with impossibly heavy loads. These biker-movers are incredible—they tow carts that have disappeared under layers of stuff; teetering stacks of tires, towers of stuffed teddy-bears, sheets of cardboard, explosions of water-bottles that have been crammed together and are sticking out every which way so that it looks like the biker is towing a huge plastic porcupine. I was
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