Boxes

I was clearing out my office again. Again? Well, whatever. I had boxes of books to go through, books I didn’t recognize. One was a thin Penguin paperback, minus covers, with first-person accounts from all sorts of people who had known Shakespeare. How had I missed that book? There were also boxes of videotapes. What was I supposed to do with all this stuff?

I had an idea — just put things on the floor outside my office. Then I remembered there was a rule against doing so, something about blocking the hallways.

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[No doubt influenced by the news — refugees and humanitarian corridors.]