“God damn, how I hate Mondays!” he thought while standing in the metro, cramped between 90 other good citizens on their way to work. His eyes, barely open, the taste of coffee and cigarettes in his mouth, longing for the past 2 days in the countryside. “I wish I could live there…”
A sandwich and the presentation …
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