When I get home this late, in the elevator I unstrap my shoes, unhook my bra, take off my jewelry and take out my keys.
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2 comments:
I bet your elevator mates are screaming, "take it off!, take it off!" by the time you arrive at your floor.
This city may never sleep, but my neighbors do, and at four in the morning I feel pretty free to strip down on the ride up.
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