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THE CORRIDOR
After the long, exhausting day, not too different from any other Wednesday, Guiseppe Voite came home from his work at the local butchery, just around the corner from the very street he happened to live on. It was late, and Mr. Voite was too tired to worry about the time, as tomorrow was another day at the butchery, another day of work. Worn out, he decided to head straight for the bathroom, grabbing bits of slightly soiled, visibly rumpled, and yet not dirty enough for a wash
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