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Submitted to Contest #64
The feeling of his callused hands carrying my fragile body is a memory I will never forget. 1.....2.....3.....open. The old elevator door slowly splits and reveals busy bodies walking around with coffee and papers. The wrong floor, I say to myself frustrated. I look at the buttons and realize I pressed the wrong button. I sigh and push the right button aggressively. The elevator door is about to close and I go to shut my eyes when the door is intercepted by a golden-skinned hand. The doors open back up and a young man wearing a suit...
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