Desks that Rock remembered from the paper's newsroom were rearranged at the intersection of Capitol and Louisiana. Everything seemed in order, so he didn't consider asking anyone what they were doing in the middle of a downtown thoroughfare. Besides, he was too busy contemplating the importance of his role in the coming day's event. Something big was scheduled for later on, perhaps in the afternoon, and he would be responsible for it.
Rock was pretty sure he needed to pick up some of the crap in his living room. He noticed that his cats were at the front door, positioned as if they wanted out.
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