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Here again, is the horror of my world...

Sitting on the warm leather couch in his office staring at each other a sense of a foreboding presence surrounded them. Silence permeated the room with a deep gloom of desperation, Michael suddenly broke the curse and asked” is Raphael busy Lucy? Staring at Lucy with placid tone.

Speechless she shook her head with a” no” response

“Can you tell him I need to talk to him? he asked her desperately. His eyes bloodshot and glassy from another day of keeping them open. Lucy’s concerned demure rushed hurriedly out of the office her motion emphasizing the importance of the situation that she had just encountered to Raphael.

Not a sound could be heard but the solid and sturdy knock on the door to his office trying to gain admittance. The sound barrier of Lucy and Raphael running into the room was prevented by the new carpet just installed in the office, Michael was not used to not hearing the sound of clambering feet against the wooden floors as people entered his office and was taken aback at their presence so quickly.

Both of them aware of the intense pain he was suffering looked at him with intense loyalty and sorrow.Blurry eyes gazed at them and with a lucid smile Michael put back his head on the soft leather couch unconcerned that they were watching him. He started to think about his day and what happened to come to this juncture. Staring at the wall in a desperate attempt to keep his eyes opened. Haunted memories were erupting quicker than his mind could evaluate.

Oh, God. Just shoot me now. I am wondering if perhaps it's not too late to consider employment in the food service or lawn maintenance industries.