Raivis sighed and put his pen down, rubbing his eyes. The City was kind enough to allow papers that he need to sign to be sent to him and him to send them back. He had discovered this one day when his desk had been covered in them.
Leaning back in his chair, he stared out the window, wondering what to do today.
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