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again and explained.
                  “My furniture won’t be delivered until Tuesday….I, I didn’t know the elevators couldn’t be used for moving on the weekends. I just have that bean bag chair and a sleeping bag until then.” I looked to my lap to escape his stare. God, would this day ever end? “Just put me down on the bean bag chair. It’s fine, really.”
                  He hesitated. You could see the wheels turning in his mind as he contemplated what to do. After a minute, he walked towards the middle of the living room where my zebra print bean bag chair and my wooden lap table sat. My laptop sat atop the table and when he was walking he was so careful not to drop me he didn’t see the cord traveling across the floor to the outlet on the far wall. Before I could warn him, I felt his shoe catch and we were toppling down to the floor. In an amazing display of strength, Ozias slightly hopped to untangle his foot and pulled me closer to his body as he strained to not land us both on the hard tile. I screamed from the pure adrenaline of the situation and Ozias grunted in my ear as I felt his arms tighten around me. In one swift move he spun around and landed on his knees hitting the bean bag chair. He lifted me as high as he could so I would not touch the ground. I could hear him breathing hard and see sweat across his brow.
                  “Are you kidding me!” I exclaimed. I felt his arms loosen and my body uncoiled. We were face to face, close enough I could feel his breath on my lips. If I moved even an inch we would be kissing.
                  “Damn it!” hissed Ozias. “I just keep fucking up today!” He sat back on his heels and slowly placed me on the bean bag chair. When he was content I was safely down, he pressed his palms to the floor and pushed himself up. As scary as that was, I was in awe of his strength. I can’t believe we didn’t fall. I was in shock.
                  “I can’t believe we didn’t fall. You’re…you…I mean…you’re the strongest person I’ve ever met. You’re like Superman, although right now you look more like Clark Kent, but they’re the same person, so Clark Kent is just as strong. How often do you work out? I’m just. Wow. I’m just so impressed.”
                  The expression on his face made me realize I was rambling and I bit my lip to shut up. I felt my face flush and for the millionth time today I realized I had embarrassed myself in front of this stranger. I was feeling a rush of adrenaline but it was in a good way instead of the anxiety filled feelings I usually get. I liked this high. I need to find out how to feel this more often. I realized this is what moms who lift cars off their babies must feel. Even knowing my ankle was hurt, I felt like I could run a marathon, and I hate running! Ha! Ozias was staring at me and I realized I had said all of that out loud. Oh, God! This man is going to think I’m completely insane. Doc returned at exactly the right moment before I could make myself look anymore clinically insane. I heard him tap on the doorframe even though the door was still wide open.
                  “Hello? I’m back with the cast and crutches. I…..” He stopped midsentence when he surveyed my co-op and the lack of furniture. I felt myself flush with embarrassment again.
    “What the hell? Where’s all the furniture?”
                  “It can’t be delivered until Tuesday. I didn’t know the elevators couldn’t be used for moving on the weekends.” I pointed down to my bean bag chair. “I just have this and a sleeping bag,” I explained. I could see Docs mind working and he looked just like Ozias in the moment even though the two men barely resembled to be father and son. I wondered if he was adopted or maybe he looks like his mother. I was brought back from my thoughts by Doc speaking to me.