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He stared out the hotel window at the huge black building twenty streets away, rising like an onyx tombstone above its older, smaller companions. Many floors below, a stream of Yellow Cabs jostled past the hotel’s entrance as they did most hours of the day. He was so used to their noise he didn’t look down.
Who’s in that building, he wondered? Who designed it? And how long before more of its kind rise on the intervening blocks and ruin his view of it?
The radiator clanked, and he brought his attention back to the room.
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