Opening his small black umbrella, he emerges from the laboratory into the cold wet dusk of night. As the rain falls around him, he walks down the old cobbled streets of Cambridge. The dim yellow streetlights dance upon the rippling puddles which he cautiously avoids. And all around him, pedestrians hurry home as cyclists whiz past.
Shaking the raindrops off his umbrella, he ascends the staircase leading to his room. He unlocks the signposted door with his name printed above it. With a sigh of contention, he enters his warm familiar room, kicks off his shoes and snuggles underneath the duvet of his cosy bed.
Shaking the raindrops off his umbrella, he ascends the staircase leading to his room. He unlocks the signposted door with his name printed above it. With a sigh of contention, he enters his warm familiar room, kicks off his shoes and snuggles underneath the duvet of his cosy bed.
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