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shameful. I sit here against the wall. I

am grateful she is a petite little thing.

Rummaging through her bag, I locate

her phone and open it with her finger. I

scroll through her messages and find the

code to the elevator. Punching in the

digits, I step in and nearly choke in relief

at not being caught. It must be my lucky

day. I don't know why I feel Dr. Finch

has all the answers I am looking for.