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In spite of my best efforts to do so, no. There was a two floor elevator that was rickety as hell in the place I used to work, a state agency in an old bank building. I'd prepare! I'd have a book in my back pocket, I'd've gone to the ladies room beforehand, just hoping to get stuck so I could have some peace and maybe a nap, but no dice. I worked there for a year and I could never get stuck in the fucking thing. |
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