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«I was raised in a strict

Christian home,» he said

as he poured

another glass of whiskey.

«That’s why I turned atheist

right after

I left to be

on my own.»

«At 18?» I asked

«Nope. At 24.»

I liked the guy. He was somewhere in

his late fifties

looking forward to pensioning

worked as janitor

in an office building

and the reason they all

called him crazy was that

he swore

he saw someone in the

women’s bathroom

right after closing time

as he went to clean

A female figure standing by

the mirror

she must’ve been real, he said,

because her presence activated

the sensor lights

in the room

It was a story I’ve heard

dozens of times

And I don’t care how real it is

I believe him

because I want to

I want the story to be

real

Had he not

had a story like that to share

we wouldn’t have been

friends today

«Wanna hear my advice?» I

asked him.

And without him saying anything

I went on. «Don’t quit.

This job… is perfect. Trust me.»

«I don’t have much of an

alternative,» he said

«Me neither,» I said