In the stillness
Someone coughed
Someone yawned
Boss on phone
He -
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Control C
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My thoughts
In his diary.
The whirring fan
My ice-cold
stare
Blank at screen
Her tinkling laughter
jarrs on my tired brain
Switch off.
Time to go home...
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