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WHAT AM I DOING!Hanging to the landing skid, Karena’s body twisted crazily. The wind buffeted her, whipped her hair into a frenzy, the ends stinging her eyes. It was numbingly cold.
And… her grip was slipping.
The experience of nothing beneath her flailing legs was unnerving. If she opened her eyes, she would have beheld the curvature of the planet. But Karena dared not because if she did, she knew she’d let go, and plummet to her death.
nothingBut she had to do something. Get a better grip. She swung her hand; it swiped air. Her fingertips slipped off the skid. She pendulummed, shrieked when her thumb unhooked. Gritting her teeth, she held on with four fingers, curled like claws on the skid.
hadGet a better gripShe swung again. This time she got a hold. Clutchi
