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This is crazy, I decide as I watch 'the one who got away' getting away again. Knowing that I need to do something to rescue this situation, but unsure how to go about that, I follow him––at a safe distance, of course.
We walk for what seems like an eternity before he pulls out a key card and inserts it into a door lock. He turns his head slightly to the side as he enters, and I jump back into a doorway praying that he can't see me and that whoever is in this particular room does not decide to leave and find me lurking in their narrow entry. It would probably startle us both to high heaven.
I hear Andrew's door close and decide it is safe to return to being visible in the hallway. Walking down to stand in front of his door, I contemplate my next move. I raise my hand a couple of times
