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As the elevator doors closed, metaphorically as well as physically representing the last time he would ever see her, she threw him one, final, coy smile, a smile that seemed to say volumes, but that clearly started with the single phrase: "Check your pocket again."
(Hahn... hahn... drained... first and last... sentences... taken it all out of me... hahn... when did I get this old?... must... leave space for others...)
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