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onto the first floor, he unlocked his flat’s navy

blue coloured door and threw his tailored

black jacket onto his navy coloured two-seated

sofa.

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He slept well that night until his mobile woke

him, with that now common, annoying “good

morning, it’s before eight” bleeping rhythm

that he had always regretted of choosing the

next morning.

The sun hadn’t even arisen yet and, except

for the luminance outside that reached through

the window curtains from the street lights

along the street outside and the front lights of

the few speeding cars that drove along the

road at this time in the morning, Sam could

only really see pitch-darkness. He grabbed at

his lamp’s switch, pressed it and he could now

see where the mobile had fallen down from his

bedside table onto his bedrooms floor with its