Every morning as I wait for the elevator to the office, I say hello to the building security guard. We make small talk about politics, mostly. He is quiet and young and maybe a little sad in the way that I am often a little sad. Throughout the past few months we've become chums of sorts. Sometimes I wonder if we'd be friends outside of the building, but I like our little relationship the way it is. I don't have a crush on him, but I like seeing him every day. It's consistently pleasant, something to look forward to, a secret ally in a baggy beige suit.
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