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Phones are bleeping, as bell rings, gone age before. Emails hit with bing, as inbox sings, challenge raw. People are hurrying, as stride heavy, upon corridor. Cars angry blaring, as daze cast, expletives roar. My space is glaring, as corner table, trees restore. Home foreswearing, as serenity rules, office four.
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May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 7:25 AM UTC
Office four
Phones are bleeping, as bell rings, gone age before. Emails hit with bing, as inbox sings, challenge raw. People are hurrying, as stride heavy, upon corridor. Cars angry blaring, as daze cast, expletives roar. My space is glaring, as corner table, trees restore. Home foreswearing, as serenity rules, office four.
At last it is quiet in the Office
andrew-taylor
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May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 7:25 AM UTC
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