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I Let My Sister Talk Herself Into the Fire

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building at 6:40.

The cleaning crew was still on nineteen. The lobby smelled like burnt espresso because the machine near reception always gave up during weather changes. I took the private elevator upstairs, badge in one hand, coffee in the other, and spent the first ten minutes of my day wiping a drip off my blouse because my hand clipped the elevator continue reading …

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