JUL-473 With the neighbor's K-milk wife sweating each other's lives until they're exhausted.

I secretly liked the wife of someone who lived next door -- love, every time I passed in the hallway, my heart beats to the point where I couldn't breathe, and one day when I and I fell off the elevator, so we were alone in a closed space, watching the stifling career line and the sweat that came on top of it, and then we kept avoiding the eyes of others, and then we kept sweating about each other until we had sex.