Wednesday, May 14, 2008
The fat doorman directed me to the eighth floor, sir, and got in the elevator after me 'cause he was going upstairs too. I wondered if he'd say anything while we were in there. He opened his mouth and intoned a bored and tuneless melody. I wondered if he'd say anything when he got out. He didn't.
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New York City
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