He was inhaling and blowing and had them eyes glued to the telly when She walked in. Then, there’s that short silence.
She was blowing and inhaling and watching the sky scrapers. He was somewhere inside. Inside one of them (still)unknown doors.
She was inside. Reading/writing and half-listening to the sound of the silent corridor. The telly is on again. She wondered if its the same He.
He coughed once and She ...
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