A series of fluorescent-lit hallways and humming elevators leads to the reinforced steel door of the vault. The only indication of the chilly temperatures on the other side is a rack of a half dozen faux-fur-lined jackets. Pat Conine types the security code into the keypad. The door unseals and swings open with a whoosh.
Friday, May 27, 2011
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