I looked at my map. Yup, this looks like the place. The Bank of America Building. Tallest skyscraper on the West Coast of North America, taller than the Space Needle, and ten dollars cheaper, too. I walked into the building and no one was around, including the receptionist. I figured, hey, maybe I can just go, I mean, if they're not around than it's their fault if I don't pay, right? And so I sprinted to the elevators, nonchalatly, of course, and pressed the "close door" button 500 times even though I knew they would inch together at a painfully slow pace anyways. I got to floor 60 and the elevator opened, even though I had requested the 70th, so I hopped out and asked the little round lady at the desk why. "Hon, this isn't
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