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My office is strewn with file folders. I can’t turn around without rolling over some vital document. The recycling under my desk is so full I can’t straighten my legs. My desk is covered with a mess of papers that were once distinct, important piles. Although I would never claim to be the tidiest person, … Continue reading
“You should’ve gotten off at the last stop,” he said from where he was repairing the bottom of the escalator. “There’s an elevator there.” I didn’t respond. It was the end of a long day and I just wanted to get home. “You shouldn’t put those on an escalator. It’s dangerous,” he continued, gesturing at … Continue reading
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