Bing! Getting in the elevator, Roger became aware of the pungent birth of citrus, he tried to turn, but the car was packed with the lunch crowd. Maybe it was an old brandy smell, maybe it was his imagination. They were crammed in the tin tray sardine six-pack for an intermittent dragging of time. Outside…

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