I enter the room, quiet at first, until I glance at the blank computers. My key into wonderland. I walk up to my seat, and the posters around the room call up to me with their bold fonts. The off white paint catches my eye, the dirtiness of it tells me these walls are wise with words. The marron doors send off such mystery and the clock's ticking makes me wish I have more time. The tapping of the keyboard is where I want to be.
What tone do you think this is?
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