Floor 15, Room 12

The third floorboard in from the elevator is loose on the fifteenth floor. It got that way because of Dave’s screwdriver. He jammed it in there one day after school in 2nd grade. After a few weeks of no one noticing, we went back and got the whole corner up enough to stash things in there. My double sided silver dollar and his best beer caps for a while, when we were kids. I remember every time I get home and feel the memories pushing up through the floor to meet my sneaker. We stopped hanging out as much after jr high. I should look him up.

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