Max opened his eyes this morning to a musky dark room. He thought that if he cleaned it all up then maybe everything would be alright again. So he cleaned, dusted and hoovered, then he organised, washed and mopped, and finally he sat and smoked and enjoyed the new perfect world around him.
A look to the clock; he was late, so he left and went to work.
Outside the world was the same again. Unclean, smoky and tired.
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