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by Marco Smith ©2016
Saturday 15th August, 5:40am
Apt. 1408, Hillcrest Tower
Joe Stevens was already awake and out on his balcony with a large mug of freshly brewed black coffee. This was his favourite time of day, just before the sun peeked over the horizon. The city below was beginning to stir, the early commuter sounds wafting up to the 14th floor. An occasional siren wailing in the distance prompting an internal analysis of which emergency service was rushing through the dawn light. The night had been hot and humid so Joe slept practically naked, atop the covers. Sitting there now in only his boxers
contemplating the day ahead, the slight morning breeze was refreshing, invigorating.
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