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“Hold the elevator, please!” A woman's panicky voice made me look up from the email I was reading on my cell phone. Her voice was familiar, a ghost’s from my past. I dismissed the idea as soon as the improbable thought entered my mind. It couldn't be her. What were the odds? I extended my arm in-between the closing doors and they slid back open. “Thank you,” the woman, whose face was hidden from me behind the three gift wrapped boxes she was balancing in her arms, said to me. “What floor?”...
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