I first noticed his ears sticking out while threading my way through the lobby to him. "Brian. Strong name. Spelled wrong, though." I knew his name was Bryan from his name tag. I said, "Nobody's perfect," and searched his hands for a wedding ring. He did not have one. That must be a job requirement, I thought. His hair was straight and long. His hands were small and clean. He told me where to go and I went.

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