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A busy end of the day
The elevator quickly filled up. It was rush hour, after lunch, and the cabin was packed, so much so that Xavier was squeezed against Stephanie and they seemed to be holding hands. Behind them was Michael, almost two heads taller than Stephanie, who not only felt him pressed against her back, but also smelled his expensive Ralph Lauren cologne. Without daring to turn around - and even if she had wanted to, she wouldn't have been able to - Stephanie had a bad feeling that, two floors later, came true. "Damn it!" With the lack of air and the crowd, the feeling of nausea became so strong that Stephanie felt she was going to bend over. She had to get out, yes or yes, of that elevator, immediately, or not only would she vomit on Xavier, but she would also splash at least fifteen more people, a
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