Except this time it was not a forced neutral conversation at all. I boarded the elevator, and the other lady who was already in the elevator exclaimed at the exact time as I did, "it is such a nice day!" But really, it was such a nice day. We mutually had the same passion for how beautiful of a day it was: the fog had cleared, and there was not a cloud in the sky.
We went our separate ways, but were assured by each other's assurances that it was, in fact, a very nice day.
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