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I sit here counting windows; six, twelve, eighteen, et cetera. How much money could the contractor have saved without them? Easily thousands, but would it be worth blotting out the sun? Workers shivering at their desks, wishing for brighter lives. Clients choosing the competitor, who's employees shine a little brighter. The windowless building closing its doors because they couldn't afford the bills, all because they saved some money on the windows. I sit here counting windows; six, twelve, eighteen, et cetera.
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Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 12:13 PM UTC
Windows
I sit here counting windows; six, twelve, eighteen, et cetera. How much money could the contractor have saved without them? Easily thousands, but would it be worth blotting out the sun? Workers shivering at their desks, wishing for brighter lives. Clients choosing the competitor, who's employees shine a little brighter. The windowless building closing its doors because they couldn't afford the bills, all because they saved some money on the windows. I sit here counting windows; six, twelve, eighteen, et cetera.
austin-bauer
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Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 12:13 PM UTC
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