Noir (Part 7)

I threw the paper out, and I called to my secretary, asking if I had anymore appointments. She told me I was free all day, and I silently celebrated. I left my office, and hopped on a bus; it was time for some rest.
While on the bus, I ran through the riddle again, now with the knowledge I had previously acquired. The riddle didn’t specify whether or not he was inside or outside the window. Brad was, in fact, a depressed window washer who climbed through the window he was cleaning, fed up with his job. I continued contemplating this riddle on the bus, off of the bus, through my front door, into my bathroom and onto my bed, where I lay, ready to sleep.

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