Untoward

He was trying to gather the papers in a precise block on the right corner of his desk, but his sight was dull and his hands shaking. She gave him a look out of the corner of her eye while keeping on typing on the keyboard; she knew how many glasses of red wine he drunk at each lunch break.

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