ANthony was almost finished with the windows...god damnit. He had originally thought that he was the kind of guy that could live in a dirty place. However, he wasn't able to read as easily as he would have liked, and so here he was cleaning.

It had been hell. AN hour, an entire fucking hour, per window. He was at the ends of his ropes, but Anthony pushed on. He was at the last corner of the last window, but he had been there for the past thirty minutes...