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The day was bright as same as his face.He quickly tucked in his shirt before buckling his belt.he reached for briefcase.something in him was telling him that the day is going to great.He smiled mischievously as he made his way out of the door.
He was already at the busstop at exactly 6:30 am he waited for a bus for almost an hour but couldn't see any.Knowing fully well time was already against him and he was late for the interview he decided to hit the road with his foot.it wasn't up to fifteen minutes he started trekking, a heavy downpour started,completely drenching.He stood in middle of the road as he was electrocuted, transfixed and fuming in rage.There he was, a car speed past him rising up dirt water on his face and clothes.
He turned backwards and he made his way home admist the heavy rain.His house welcomed him with warm temperature but he was not in for it he went to shower spending almost an hour before came.
Bringing out his wine from his wine rack he gulped a bottle from another and another until he was intoxicated.
There,he lay soliloquizing gibberish before he slept off with the last of wine clenched in his left hand.
What i see
A depressed and a frustrated man
What i feel
I feel that the man is going through pain and things are not really working out well for him.
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