Cesar Torres
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Filled with the drowsiness of a new sun to wake up with, Cesar got out of bed at the early morning, probably around 7:00 A.M. Attired with his usual dinner jacket, he sprinted carelessly across the variety of neckties he saved in his closet, each for a different occasion. Among the dozens, he chose something classic that could fit in with everything he got— the red one! It was the one he always wore.
"Alright, where did I put THAT jacket again?" He questioned, quite hurried for his meeting.