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| Enoshima |
“Indigo, wash those windows squeaky clean, you hear?”
“Yes, 'mam.”
“Indigo, those windows are our money-makers, you hear?”
“Yes, 'mam.”
“Indigo, look at those mountains. Aren't they magnificent?"
“Yes, 'mam, they are."
"Indigo, have you ever been up there?"
"No, 'mam, I haven't. You?"
"Don't ask questions. Work, work, work."
“Yes, 'mam.”
He stood by the windows and looked up. If he did leave right now, would he still have a job when he returned? Indigo this, Indigo that.
"Where are you going, Indigo?!"
He waved and left.
The mountains would never be stifled by window frames for him again.
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