The steady sound of keyboards clicking away. The conference room abuzz with people discussing. The swish of clothes as colleagues pass by in the aisle. The far off ringing of the phone in someone's cube. Ruffling sound of paper being waived about as some tries to explain something. The satisfied rumbling of gastric juices in the stomach.
These are the sounds that have replaced the squeaky fan in a class room these days. Only wish it were the sound of a fly buzzing around looking for the remnants of that mango it can smell (but has long since been devoured) on the lazy breeze of an Indian summer afternoon.
Just another afternoon with me trying desperately to stay awake.
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