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Did I leave the front door open?
The day had started like any other day at the office, except they had a birthday party scheduled for the afternoon.
It was another dark night. Another long day in the lab. But now it was time for Janet to go home.
Jonathan entered the gleaming white room and sat, without speaking, on the iron chair in front of Andrew.
The list was gargantuan upon the wall. It had been meticulously-written in calligraphy.