Harold, Doris, Jones, and Achiel were all gathered on the rooftop of the small villa next to the White Mansion. There were different bottles of wine on the big table which separated them. They were all standing. "Why do we really to stand like this?" Doris complained. "We don't want to risk dozing off. It's only fair that we stand." Jones defended his suggestion. "Are we really going to stand throughout the night?" Harold complained. "You're more sissy than I ever imagined, Harold. At least for a while, pretend." Jones took a shot at Harold. "You have all started your masculine shit right?" Doris attacked Jones. Jones didn't respond to her. He scoffed instead muttering inaudibly. "Let's get to work, Harold." Jones called. For the next several minutes, there was peace and quiet as Harold got to work. The minutes graduated into hours, and Harold was still on it. Doris's knees were beginning to get weak. Jones seemed to be busy on his Macbook. Achiel, on the other hand, was look
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