On 7am you enter the Office, I always want you exactly on Time. The smell of Coffee and Cigarettes hit your nose, I didn't left my Office all night. You spot my connecting more string to Photos and News Paper cutouts. My other hand holding a Cigarette. Another Dead end...? I slump into a chair near the board and rests my Head on the Table, flicking the Cigarette easily into a Ashtray.
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