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Every March 1st, a man in white appears before an old office building. After a few minutes, he enters the busy structure. The man joins the frenzy of co-workers rushing about. They're weighed down by long hours and little rest. Everyone moves about in a trance, barely missing each other. Despite the heat of working bodies in an increasingly warming place, not a drop of sweat dampened the man in white. Reaching a seemingly random row of cubicles, the man in white makes his way to a depersonalized desk. A discolored nametag that reads Matthew causes the ghost to disappear. END.
I'm not going to get into politics, but remember to vote. If you care about democracy, vote blue.
