It was too hot and he was too sick to sleep. Instead he
lay there with closed eyes. The sounds of the city drifted through his open
window. It was early; the cars he heard were likely bakers making deliveries to
the city’s cafes. An occasional footstep would wander into his room, someone
going to work early, but the sound of voices was more common. Invariably the
sounds of young people returning from a night out, they were usually
accompanied by heels clacking on the sidewalk. Gradually the sounds of
footsteps grew more numerous, people on their way to work.
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