He’d worked as a doorman at the old hotel for as long as anyone could remember. He would always have a smile and a story. He treated everyone who crossed his path the same as the guests in the fancy hotel. He was a fixture of the neighborhood.
When the hotel closed down, it was boarded up. The doorman disappeared and the neighborhood buzzed with rumors of his fate.
Until one day he returned, and sat in the shade under the awning, resting his back against the boarded-up door. The whole neighborhood came out to greet him and share stories.

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