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Outside the window it pours like a bucket ...

I hate!

There is a huge pile of papers on the table that need to be checked ...

I hate!

The old lamp that stood on the corner of my desk is blinking fast...

Infuriates!

I asked to replace the light bulb a week ago, but they didn’t…

Tired!

Striking the table lamp with my palm, I caused it to light up again and finally disperse the looming twilight of the police station.

The detective department was illuminated by cold light in the corridor, and workplaces with small wooden tables fenced from each other by low partitions that could hide from a neighbor only your hands and papers on the table, but not the angry look with which I am burning it right now, nothing was illuminated except for old lamps.

- What hatched on me ?! I hissed angrily.

The man immediately hurried to get up from his seat, throwing a brown cloak over his shoulders, left the room slamming the door.

To be sure, I followed him with my eyes until he disappeared inside the eleva
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