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I land a foot to the left of Mr G, catching hold of the steel gutter.
He’s already on the upward climb of slates, but he's close enough to kick me in the face. A section of gutter gives way under my weight. I slap a hand on the tiles. Another, hauling myself up onto my forearms.
Mr G kicks again. I catch his shoe. He pulls his leg away. The shoe slides off his foot in my hand. He scrambles up the rise. I let the shoe spiral to the ground. I fight with all the strength and grip I've got and make it onto all fours.
Roof tiles break off as Mr G climbs. A couple bounce into my face.
He slips and slides backwards. He hooks his arms around a vent pipe rising out of the roof.
I'm struggling for grip, too, out of breath. Mr G the same. He attempts to climb further. I dive forward and seiz
