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     The day passes in its normal monotonous fashion.  Desk jockeys parade by througout the day, passing on the lastest office gossip.   You spend a good portion of the afternoon tabbing between your reports and a rousing game of solitaire.  After what seems like an eternity, the clock finally strikes 5.  You pick up the towering pile of files and manilla envelopes and head out for the day.  


     You step outside.  It's a beautiful evening.  The sky is just beginning to fade to a later shade of blue....not quite the oranges and pinks of sunset, but just enough that you know sunset isn't far off .  You walk out to your car among the masses of worker bees swarming out of the office, buzzing about their weekends. 



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