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Noon. The same window table. The same two chairs.

Most days, he brought the same kind of sandwich, wrapped in wax paper the way someone does when they have been doing it for decades.

I brought whatever I had managed to make that morning.

We spoke about little things. The weather. A book he was reading. His irritation over the elevator that had been continue reading …