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Upon being promoted to Sergeant, officer Edmond Dahm feels urged to celebrate the occasion. For a second, I forgot why I tried to decline their offer in the first place. My aching body absorbed itself into the leather chair, perfectly supported in all areas. I couldn't hide my wide grin, nor the chance to spin around to view the rest of the office. I couldn't notice a flaw on the white walls, which were blurred with the opened Venetian blinds. It felt more than luxurious for the few times I would be visiting this place.

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rdfs:comment	Upon being promoted to Sergeant, officer Edmond Dahm feels urged to celebrate the occasion. For a second, I forgot why I tried to decline their offer in the first place. My aching body absorbed itself into the leather chair, perfectly supported in all areas. I couldn't hide my wide grin, nor the chance to spin around to view the rest of the office. I couldn't notice a flaw on the white walls, which were blurred with the opened Venetian blinds. It felt more than luxurious for the few times I would be visiting this place.
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abstract	Upon being promoted to Sergeant, officer Edmond Dahm feels urged to celebrate the occasion. For a second, I forgot why I tried to decline their offer in the first place. My aching body absorbed itself into the leather chair, perfectly supported in all areas. I couldn't hide my wide grin, nor the chance to spin around to view the rest of the office. I couldn't notice a flaw on the white walls, which were blurred with the opened Venetian blinds. It felt more than luxurious for the few times I would be visiting this place. As the chair came to a stop facing the shiny black desk, I pressed my face onto my resting hands. I scratched my head heavily, trying figure out what I was missing, until I let my torso and then my head fling suddenly back into the chair. My scrunched-up frown was relieved into the biggest smile I could muster, as I realised what I was missing; something memorable to celebrate the occasion. My thirst and savoury taste-buds overpowered my senses at the thought of some good, expensive alcohol to celebrate. That thirst subsided when I finally came to my senses about how I always have a few bottles of beer after work each day, and even a two-litre bottle of Alexandria Whiskey in my bag. The reappearance of my frown completed my transition from drink-loving drunkard back to a frustrated officer, prompting me to stare through the blurry glass walls near the door. I noticed that Joel Hayman was back from his sickness, and I felt strangely cooperative to look at him, still thinking of that glass of whiskey. I suddenly had the urge to lift my head up, still staring at Hayman. "Wait a damn moment," I whispered quietly to myself. "I've got an idea..." I leaped out of my chair and sped-walked to my bag, the biggest grin I have ever made covering my face. There was nothing else I wanted in that opportunity; even that glass of whiskey was deemed less important to me right now. I quickly opened my backpack and ripped everything out in search of my whiskey and the black box that was my Chatter. I sprung up again, and after I stared at the line of well-used cabinets at the back of the office for a few fleeting seconds, positioned the activated chatter’s camera on top and out of sight... mostly. I couldn't help but let out a silent giggle as I laid the Whiskey bottle and two glasses on the desk, before waving Hayman to my office. I fell slowly on that comfortable chair, doing my best to keep a straight face as I awaited my entertainment's arrival. When the solid-white door finally opened and revealed a young, thin man, I gestured him to sit. I couldn't hide my evil smirk as I addressed him. "Hey-man. Feel free to have a drink."

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