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The day before the rally in both countries, Mitch arrived at the office early, his head running through a thousand scenarios. He had an hour of quiet time before John Windsor was due to arrive at his usual time at seven a.m., except today he arrived at six-fifteen.
“Coffee?” John asked sticking his head in the door.
“Are you making or buying?” Mitch asked.
“Buying. Let’s walk across the road.”
Mitch rose and followed John out of the office. John looked pressed and fresh. Mitch increased his pace to keep up.
“You’re looking drawn,” John said.
Mitch grunted. “It’s the blond hair, washes me out according to my housemate,” he joked. “I’ll be better in a day or so when I hope it’ll all be wrapped up.”
They entered the coffee shop and John ordered their regular take-away coffees.
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