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I enter my office and close the door. About a hundred million thoughts are going through my head, which I need to put away if I want to make it through today's work, but I forgot all my thoughts when I see someone standing in my office.

I stop on my track when I see that I'm not just seeing things and that someone is standing close to my window, and pulling at the cotton to peek afar off into the big city. I can't make out his face because his back is turned towards me.

I calculate who it could be. When I come back blank; I...