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He was getting ready for work. He packed his things, sipped a few from his cup of coffee and kissed his family goodbye. He’s in his early thirties but with his built and the few lines in his forehead, he looked a little older. It was another ordinary day. The sun was up; the streets were dry and noisy. It was another busy day. He checked his backpack, made sure he got everything. The bag even had his lunch box tied with a yellow cloth.
His wife was the sweetest and a woman of habits. She was doing the same lunch packing since they got together over six years ago.
