The city bustled with life as cars flew down streets, people moved in and out of shops, and the music from street korners mingled with the atmosphere. Every face on the sidewalks were blank as the people dealt with their long day. Each person had a different story and a different experience that weighed heavily on their minds. TV monitors hung on corners of every block and suddently an image appeared on every single monitor. People everywhere stopped to look at the image on the screens.

Some started discussing the image with people while others shook their heads and went on their way. One walker was in his mid twenties and had his office suit on. His dark brown hair was slicked back with gel and his shoes were exspensively shined to blind anyone who looked at them. His right hand held his briefcase that had initial inscribed in gold on the top. He turned down a side street and slid into a newly released black mustang.

He tossed his briefcase into the passenger seat and started the engine. With his right hand he turned on his radio and turned up the music coming from the cd deep within the radio. Then he pulled out his black sunglasses and slipped them on. His eyes glanced into his rearview mirror and then he pulled onto the road. With the sun setting, he cracked his window slightly and let a cool breeze destroy the heat from the ultraviolet rays.

After ten minutes, he turned onto a country road outside of the city and moved towards a dark section of woods. When he passed a mailbox, he pulled into the drive. Then he pulled up to the garage and parked the mustang inside. Without a word, he put the door down and walked into the ranch house. It had a marble top kitchen with new interior and the atmosphere whispered softly to listening ears.

He placed his briefcase on the counter and loosened his tie while walking to the back hallway. The hallway contained five rooms, all except for one sealed off with a cherry oaked door. He stepped into the open room and removed his jacket and tie. He hung them over the back of a chair and unfastened his shirt. Then he placed it in a hamper and slid a black t-shirt on.

His eyes looked in the mirror and his eyes narrowed at the man looking back. Then he opened his dresser and changed into a pair of worn jeans. There were faded marks on his kneecaps and the leg edges were torn. The man ran his hand through his hair and looked back at the mirror.

'It's better'

Then he stepped out of the room and walked to the kitchen. He pulled out a soda pop and picked up the bound paper sitting on the table. When he stepped into the den, he sat on the couch near the fireplace and opened his drink. Then he let his eyes dive into the paper for anything in particular. When he finished, he rolled the paper up and placed it next to the fireplace in a sack of used papers.

Then he stood and took his drink back into the hallway. He walked past the bedroom and turned into the next room on the right. He placed his drink down and turned on the light. Then he turned his stereo system on and removed his shirt. When he was positioned on his bench press, he lifted the bar up and began the only activity that would remove the stress from the day.

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