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‘Don’t you worry, Miss. It’s as strong as an ox. It won’t collapse under all your puny weight.’
‘Waiting for someone?’ said a voice behind her. She jumped and saw a young lady. ‘Oh, no’, she replied.’ Just waiting for the elevator to come back. Gone to drop off the old guy.’
The young lady’s eyes widened. ‘Not the grey man? Why, he’s been dead 50 years!’
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