[ It's nighttime, no matter how you look at it or where you look at it from. But the thing is -- or rather, the important thing, as there will always be a hundred things battling for attention, few of which are ever important -- that they both gave up the pretense of 9 tp 5 long ago. And so, in the end, the fact that it is nighttime for the both of them really means very little in the grand scheme of things, and M is still waiting on the line. Ring, ring, double-oh-seven. ]
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