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The shine across the Street John M3 Frame

A man yawns several times before looking at his computer screen, rubs his chin, walks as if he's dizzy, pours himself some coffee in a white mug, returns to his desk, stares at the table for a few seconds. I have to finish that report, he says. He puts his hands to his face, rubs it, stares at the screen, takes a deep breath, types quickly. Suddenly he closes his eyes, his lips become thin, he brings his hands to his face, he stretches his skin down, he stands up fast and looks out the window. A woman's voice is heard on the computer. The man turns, looks at the screen attentively, takes out his phone, nods, touches the zipper of his pants, then looks toward the door, runs, peers the hall, closes the door, goes back to the desk, move the computer closer to the window.why not, he says.- What are you doing, honey? - a woman with light eyes and dark brown hair says while opens the door.