Amon’s hand held a pen, his movements fast as he scribbled, flipped the page, and scribbled again.If there were many pen strokes, he would place the paper on the right side of the desk. If there were few, he would place it on the left side.His hand reached for another stack of documents in front of him.Amon’s hand movements were fast, agile, and dexterous.His eyes rarely blinked as he focused on his work."Open your mouth," I said, sitting beside Amon as I offered a biscuit to his mouth.When Amon's mouth opened, I slipped the biscuit inside.Amon chewed it. While keeping his focus on his work.When he stopped chewing, I offered another biscuit to his mouth.We kept doing that until the biscuit wrapper in my hand was empty.Amon didn't drink anything.The glass bottle beside him was still full, untouched.I let him be. Not wanting to disturb Amon, nor wanting to force him.My feet pushed the chair backward.I stood up.But my steps came to a halt when Amon snatched my hand with th
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