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He twitched as he heard another sound come from outside his window. He pushed up his glasses and burried his face further into his work, his writing became harder and faster. The sound of pen against paper could be heard through-out his now silent room, which he was great full for. Releasing a sigh, he rubbed he bridge of his nose and sat back in his chair, letting the warm breeze roll through the open window. He had work piled on his desk that he had to get done. Even if he didn't want to he had too. He looked out the window and watched the breeze blow through the leafs on the tree, wondering what it would be like if he could just-- No. He