TYLER A
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Tyler sat in his office, typing down a report. He had a hard time staying still as he typed, frequently tapping his desk with his pen. He wore a weeding ring, though taking it off once or twice to comfortably type.
Tyler sat in his office, typing down a report. He had a hard time staying still as he typed, frequently tapping his desk with his pen. He wore a weeding ring, though taking it off once or twice to comfortably type.