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My bedroom door slammed

I swiped my card into the slot and the light came out as my briefcase dropped the usual way and landed on the bed. The fridge is well stocked. I pour myself a beer before sloping down in an armchair while my finger tightens on the TV remote control. I have a plane tomorrow for Singapore. Fabienne will join me in Roissy.

Roissy