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I’m Back
I was amazed at how close I stood to all the other people waiting for the elevator. I had never noticed it. I could hardly breathe. Occasionally, I’d get bumped from in front or behind as everyone swayed gently waiting for the elevator. The doors opened and we shuffled and packed in. I felt people pushing into me as they tried to squeeze into the elevator. The doors slid shut, brushing against arms, legs, and midriffs, the doors not catching anyone and not bouncing open again. The mass of flesh packed into the square metal box started to plummet toward the floors below. If the cable snapped, would they be able to tell one of us from another, or would we just be a mass of death splattered on the bottom of an elevator shaft?
I felt like I was being mashed into the floor. We we
