It wasn't a diary or a spy manifesto. It was a list of every five minutes the owner had "wasted" in their life, categorized by why. Waiting for a kettle that never boiled. Staring at a sunset while thinking about taxes. Holding a door for someone who didn't say thank you.
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Elias looked up. The kitchen was silent, but for the first time in years, he felt the urgent, electric need to do absolutely nothing productive at all. It wasn't a diary or a spy manifesto