In class, I focused on having lengthy get-to-know-you chats with the person next to me, passed notes to my people three rows over, and penned (ghostwrote) love letters for girlfriends to give to the object of their obsessions.

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In order to fit the gurney into the cramped compartment, they were obliged to tilt it vertically hence the belts, I thought to myself so that the upright litter stood next to me, like a fourth person, as the elevator began its slow descent.

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