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I climbed up the last set of stairs, my bag cutting into my shoulder like a load of bricks. Thursdays were always the worst – everyone at the office was rushing to get things done and leave themselves free to go home early on Friday, with barely a thought to the lowly assistants, namely myself, who had to fetch records, mail things, and otherwise keep order. A half-hour ride home on a crowded train followed shortly by a hike up four flights of stairs to my apartment didn't help matters, and I was very much looking forward to getting home and not doing anything for a good long while. I unlocked the door and stepped inside, kicking my sho