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Text: When her body first hit the net, all I registered was a gray blur. I pulled her across it and her hand was small, but warm, and then she stood before me, short and thin and plain and in all ways unremarkable - except that she had jumped first. The Stiff had jumped first. Even I didn't jump first. Her eyes were so stern, so insistent. Beautiful. Each paragraph will be a test.

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