The light streams in through the glass ceiling, an accent which seems far too out of place. I listen to the droning of countless, blank individuals, only to catch short phrases as their voice reaches my ear. I stare at the wooden desk in front of me and find its grain much more interesting than those who surround me
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I like that a lot, maybe because I've pondered it countless times.
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