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  • Yesterday, Don from 1E left the following note on the fold out table in the lobby:

    "Memo: Today I have taken in the Menorah since the holiday season has now ended. I wish you all a very Happy New Year."

    Don was born in the building. He has lived here his whole life. He carries used plastic bags to do his shopping until they're stretched out, tired, and full of holes. He has two light blue shirts and presses, cleans, and starches whichever one he's not currently wearing on alternating days.

    He resides in the bottomest, cornerest nook of the building, and mouse-like, private, and shy, he hurries from his small corner of the world out into the great unknown and back every morning to buy his paper. He doesn't like people, but he is always kind. And I suspect he has never harmed a fly.

    This morning, someone wrote a response on his memo in beautiful cursive. It said: "thank you for the light."
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