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I waited without breathing. I think at that point everyone was.

Silence prevailed as the man held the comparatively tiny shoe box over the edge of the building and dropped it straight down.

He didn’t wing it, or toss it, or throw it to give it more travel time.

He gently dropped it, because he too knew the inevitable state of that raw egg contained in that fragile box;

and maybe, just maybe, he was hoping that a hidden force by way of a gentle breeze would cradle the box to a soft landing.

Ah, but it was not to be.