AIDENBy the time I made it through the front doors of my building, my legs felt like they belonged to someone else, and they were no longer cooperating with what my brain was asking them to do. The doorman noticed immediately, because he always did, because I looked like shit and because I was leaning too hard on the marble counter like my life depended on it. "Mr. Knight," he said, already moving toward me. "Are you alright?""I'm fine," I lied, because that was what I always said, and because correcting myself felt like too much effort.He didn't argue, which I appreciated, and instead he slipped an arm around my back in a way that was professional and careful and not pitying, and he guided me toward the elevators while pretending this was normal and happened all the time. I let him, because fighting him would have meant falling, and I wasn't interested in adding humiliation to the growing list of shit I was dealing with that day.The elevator ride was slow, and my head tipped bac
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