The little girl walked down the pathway and up to the glass doors. They slid open like the ones at the grocery store, and the girl walked inside. To her left was a friendly-looking lady sitting at a wooden desk. The girl walked over and asked where apartment twelve was. The woman looked surprised but asked no questions. She led the little girl over to an elevator and pressed a button. “When you get up there, look at the numbers on the doors. It will be on your right.” The woman left, the doors shut.
The little girl was alone.
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