Almost every other morning I walk to the grocery store.
There are two ways to get there. One way is the steps through a neighboring building. The other is a hike all the way to the corner then around the corner to the next street and back.
Now the residents of the neighboring building prefer that people who don’t live there don’t pass through. It’s not a law written in stone but it is a request.
One day in a serious rush I exempt myself from the request based on the urgency of the moment. Just this time I tell myself.
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