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  • It was the Goddamn box, I know it.

    Walking to the elevator, a door creaks open. A thumping noise. A small bit of box appears in a doorway. Another thump, the box moves, a grunt. The desperate sound of box sliding hesitantly across carpet. A head peaks out, reassessing the situation.

    "Uh, do you need help?"

    "No, I have it." She doesn't have it, but who am I to call her a liar. She kicks the box, the box holds fast.

    Elevator arrives, I get on. That's it, except for the regret.

    --

    At work, I'm helping an intern who wants to get hired. "How you ask," I tell him, "is as important as what you are trying to ask."

    --

    "Do you need help?"
    ...
    "Can I help you?"
    ...
    "What can I do to help?"
    ...
    "Where should I put this box down?"
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