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When the building was in its infancy, its first purpose was containment. As you would expect for a building. Girls and boys would pad barefoot up and down its wooden floors in between clattering machines. Everything safe and inside. The building was empty for many years but as space became more important it regained its usefulness. The people in the space tried to fill the building with as little as possible. Today, on a day like this one, the building feels bored and cheated. Old. She dreams of the time, thirty or forty years from now when she knows she will be razed to the ground to make way for something more imaginative than containment or space.

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