MEULENSTEEN ERA
I sat back in my leather armchair. A clutter consisting of old documents, empty bottles of rum and an ashtray full to the brim overlapped on my mahogany desk. I still got up at 8 each morning to go to work, which unfortunately for me no longer existed...
I was...
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