Doors in the motel hallway slam shut, announcing strangers’ departure and alerting me to strangers’ inconsiderate behavior. Those slamming doors do not awaken me, but they raise my hackles. But, what if those doors slammed by accident? Would I retain my loathing for the strangers who accidentally slammed them? Or would I dismiss the possibility that the slamming was accidental? Should I assume the strangers up and down the hallway intentionally slam doors as a means of notifying their unknown neighbors that strangers leaving early demand to be noticed? Where in the world of strangers does malice reside? Is it in them, the strangers, or is it in me, the stranger to the strangers?
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