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 Mr. penguin Under the hazy white sky Mr. penguin lived in a small igloo, 2 floors 3 bedrooms hollowed of all life that it previously held no sound of stomping on stairs in the house from kids or waking up to the giggling of toddlers in the morning, over breakfast and cartoons before school. the bright colored wallpaper was a ghost of it used to be and the shadows of glow sticks and Halloween pumpkins were replaced by the stale taste of black coffee and artic news.  Every morning Mr. penguin would wake up to his cold nest, empty. His wife a nursery teacher would try not to wake him up and when he got home, she was already asleep even though he didn't work late nights. She was tired "just tired," she said. Mr penguin worked in an open-plan office that was buzzing with life yet he had his headphones in and worked alone editing files fixing excel sheets changing fonts in icecrowsoft word for his boss who couldn't give a blue flamingo if the articles were in times new