A man frequents a building. It is a tall building, one that scrapes the skies. There is a woman. They meet. When it rains, they ride the elevator to his penthouse where he offers her a new life. It is a life without labor, one so far divorced from her origins that she dies a little death with each of his gestures. They fuck. On sunny days they fuck in the stairwell, in her world. Why?
The man is a tiny misogynist. He reaches the button for his floor only with the help of his umbrella. He does not allow women to elect floors. He's incapable of love.
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