A note. Yes. I'll, [he's mumbling to himself, scratching out a note to make a note, which he will attach to the form, which will be placed before the pages Flint has just given him, and cataloged, and filed--and then the question abruptly comes, and--] What?
[What? He looks over at the wall.]
A window. I-- No. I don't think I would, no. Windows are--chaotic.
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[What? He looks over at the wall.]
A window. I-- No. I don't think I would, no. Windows are--chaotic.