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The clouds have reseeded to the horizon and after days the azure sky is now visible. The exiled King of France returns his attention to the computer screen. Life has been tough until now, now he no longer dreams of reclaiming his throne.

Forced into hiding he has now accepted his role in society, what was once just an alias has now become his life. He looks around at his settings, and thinks, that it’s not much, but he could have been given so much less. Therefore his happy with what he sees around him. But, Oh would it not just be a dream to be on the throne with servants doing his bidding, responding to every whim and movement he made. Ah yes it would, but now that is where it will remain just a dream.

The golden sun shines through his window, the strong rays’ burn his already brown skin he closes the blinds a bit, and reaches for the file closes to him. His mind wanders again; there is still so much he has to see in this world, how long will he remain behind this computer. Well, he laughs, 8 more hours before he can go home, and he better stop goofing off and get some work done or else he will never go home.

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