leaning back in the leather chair and taking a long drag of my cigarette, eyes fixed on the window. rather on the dark clouds and the faint rain...shitty world, what is it even good for? but then again, i cant complain with my ridiculously expensively boring life. the eerie silence is broken by a knock and some noise from behind the door. pushing my cigarette to the desk "come in.
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