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eyes wide earth at my feet standing there I cough while tugging at a loose string I approach the foyer dazzled by grit lock surprises cautiously I sneeze waving all rights to a fresh handkerchief silence abodes as the rough dragging sound of two large pumps stuffed in a crowded elevator one word expressed repeatedly morning morning morning my thoughts were posh and rather timid as a voice announced hey Hank this will be my stop