October is edging closer to its finale. 50 degrees and cloudless in Manhattan. The office is filled with soft sounds and silence. Clicks, taps, small talk, and the rumble of the ice machine. Bitter coffee trickling into paper cups...
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October is edging closer to its finale. 50 degrees and cloudless in Manhattan. The office is filled with soft sounds and silence. Clicks, taps, small talk, and the rumble of the ice machine. Bitter coffee trickling into paper cups...