Carl

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the time to talk with Lydia about the round
glass house project, whilst making sure he kept
focused on the day ahead, he thought.
He did not expect to see Lars, and
decided, quickly that he would have to accept
what he had been confronted by, as something
off schedule. Though he truly did not expect to
see Lars, and he had failed to even enter the
out house in such long time, it seemed alien, a
faraway place, that in reality existed only just a
few feet away from his usually taken footsteps.
In a state: shocked, he started thinking about
how else he could have reacted but started to
think, instead, of the round glass house
project. “A man must have something to do?”
he said to Lars at the thought. “Jamela wanted
it fixed.” “She’s at Yoga, you see.” “Pilates today,
I think.” The drunk glaze seemed to be
subsided and Lars even looked as if he had
showered, so there was a part of his soul that
just enjoyed the sight of seeing the man in
better condition. They ended up taking a drive
to Cathleen’s Café and Restaurant. They spent
the whole morning there, and he explained
different elements of the round glass house
project, with the thought that Jamela would
know what to do about what he had seen,
surely, he maintained. He arrived back to the
house in the afternoon, driven by Lars, and
heard his wife’s voice startled by the entrance,
“Who is that? Is that you?” Who else would it
be, he wondered, and just smiled and
explained what had occurred at work before
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