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I had just picked up my job and was in the elevator alone when it stopped on the seventh floor and she stepped in. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen--tall, with long straight red hair, high cheekbones, a turned up nose. She gave me a slight high school girls nude as she got on. This alone would have been enough to make my day, but what happened next was unbelievable. The elevator stopped suddenly between floors.
"Oh, shit!" she said. "What's this?"
"I guess the elevator's stuck," I said, trying to fumble for words.
"No babeding," she said, rolling her eyes. She grabbed the house phone under the number bank and called maintenance. She told them what had happened and then hung up the phone. "Can you gothic girls nude this? They said it'll take at least a half-hour to get it running again."
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