When one person gets off the elevator, the rest of us have
this automatic shift, like we need to maintain equilibrium—we each take a
corner, and the people in the middle just try to keep a safe distance from all
parties.
When we talk to each other, and someone else gets on, they
always stand right between us, and we talk through them, into both ears.
“Good to see you” a stranger nodded and smiled as he got on
the elevator.
I looked to the side, knowing I was the only person there,
“You too.”
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