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hours. Strange
he thought but nothing alarming.
That Friday night, he came into his lab a saw a puddle of water.
'Shit', he thought. He looked up and saw a steady trickle of water working
its way down the wall and onto the floor. He thought that perhaps a pipe
busted, a john overflowed, or something. He began to clean up but realized
he had better call maintenance or he be there forever. After several calls
they told him it would be about an hour before anyone came.
'Shit', he said to himself.
He hung up the phone and went upstairs to see if he could handle it
himself. He came to room 339, the one directly above his. He glanced
around and removed the master key for the building from his pocket, a
copy of the one the janitor dropped in the hall six months ago. Before
returning it, he had made a key for himself for all those times he locked
himself out of his lab, which he had a penchant for doing.
Entering the room, he turned the light on a looked around for the
source of the drip.
All he remembered was stepping in the puddle on the floor, slipping,
and grabbing something to break his fall
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