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He caressed

impudence;

he flirted with

vertigo.

He walked in.

Following him,

a faint aroma

of principles wafted

into the

conference room.

He sniffed it

and stormed out.

Without a word to others.

He found himself

consumed by

an anger, a fire.

He would not be tricked

by ethics or values.

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