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The office Sebastian now sits in is not his. It is the Chief's and as their discussion has gone on for almost forever, with the Chief replaying everything Sebastian narrates to him and then a call from outside interrupts and again, they start from the beginning.
Sebastian is slowly gaining more confidence and reassuring strength, at least, he wishes he is.
The window makes half the office and the air conditioner makes about a little percentage, except it is no longer functional.
What remains as a tangible part of the office is the swirling ce
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