She worked across the hall from me. Her desk was a trash heap. So was her office. She never threw out anything. Never filed anything. Never stored anything. Her file cabinets were empty. When my car died she offered a ride. I was nervous about getting in her car. I knew it would be just like her desk. I decided to call Lyft.
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