I wished that the walk down the hall was longer. I was at my door far too quick. So I walked by it. Cream colored walls and doors, each complete with peep holes and brass knockers. All different. All the same. I wondered which place you lived in. Each door I passed, I wondered if you were on the other side. I wondered what you were doing at that very moment. Maybe you weren't even home. I heard the elevator creaking and thought that you might be in it. I never find you when I am looking. But I always do when I'm not.
It has been raining for three days.
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