gathering the papers that littered my desk, into my arms i stood up and took the first steps to liberation. my feet pressed lightly on the bare floorboards in a pleasing fashion, and as i opened the door i heard joe downstairs cough. he had been in the kitchen working on the laptop when i left him 30 minutes ago and he sounded as if he was still there. i pictured him in my minds eye, an empty cafeteire on the table, doing something that 'needed his attention immediately', something which gave him the excuse to withdraw from my company, which i was aware was something which he seemed to do with increasing frequency.
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