The Fifty-Second FloorIn the darkened city, even at the unholy hours, life continues. Even when the fewest people are up, cars still bicker. Freight shipments, police patrols, taxi cabs join the ranks of the night. In front of an apartment building a man lenas over to express delight in his partner for the night, then she walks alone through the door. He looks after her, sighs, then walks on. Guardedly, the man glances behind both to secure himself and to express a dying hope for company. Golden street lights illuminate wide open spaces, leaving the corners black to gather what they will.The Fifty-Second Floor
Devious Journal Entry
*teh watched*
I get bored at work.
~Tina
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