Three people ride up 10 stories in an elevator. The girl stares at her shoes and gives herself a quick pep talk before she exits and is whisked away to an empty office for an Informational Interview that everyone knows will lead nowhere. The boy holds a stack of receipts and tries not to think about how the beautiful college girl standing next to him will probably wake up every day this summer and go swimming in the pristine private lake upon which her parents have built their summer home while him and his girlfriend wake up in a windowless bedroom on 149th street and split a Zoloft and a cup of coffee before wordlessly departing at 34th street to walk in opposite directions towards essentially identical desks. The man stands in the corner and pretends to check his email on an iPhone even though it is out of batteries because he knows that even another single second of looking at these two young beautiful people, fashionable and tan and unbruised, would mean sitting at his desk beneath a thunderhead of regret and that is no way to spend a beautiful Friday afternoon.
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dovulcantitsdefylogic said:
holy shit
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