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... aring sunlight and bustling crowd left him clutching his spider plant with a hint of disorientation...
He pulled out his phone to check the time.
A little after one in the afternoon.
Normally at this time, he’d be buried in work at the office. Now that he’d suddenly quit, let’s not even get started on poetry and the distant horizon; he felt an odd emptiness from having nothing to do...
Indeed...
Being a wage slave for so long, now that he had awoken, he ac ...
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