I had just stepped out of the elevator on the top floor when I noticed that the tissue I had used to blow my nose was still in my hand. Finding it to be an eyesore, I decided to throw it in the bin by the stairwell.
People always commented about how drama drew its inspiration from life, and I was only now a true believer of that when I overheard two voices near the stairwell.
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