During the day, he couldn't stop thinking how much he hated the city because of how noisy and crowded it was; but during the night, he just sat next to the window of his penthouse to admire the city for how beauty and lit it was.
The end.
During the day, he couldn't stop thinking how much he hated the city because of how noisy and crowded it was; but during the night, he just sat next to the window of his penthouse to admire the city for how beauty and lit it was.
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