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Where were you when this happened?

Melting as I wait for the train on a summer morning, rendering my effort to impress useless.

Squealing, and scraping from one stop to the next until the minute hand had trudged its 45.

Swimming through a sea of suited pedestrians and looking down at the dress I wished I hadn’t worn.

Elevator, dding!….Good morning!…coffee….desk….and Two walls and a 1/2.