The building I work in is called "Classia," and since the fourth floor is devoted to our company, we get tons of young, twitchy students coming through these halls every day. As you can imagine, this means filthy public restrooms, litter on the floors, and vandalism. Below is the sign next to the fourth-floor elevator doors. It used to read "CLASSIA," along with brief descriptions of every floor. Now, those descriptions have been fingernailed off, and "Classia" has been reduced to its gluteal essentials. Behold:
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