death creeps
One of my childhood friends died. Besides this girl in high school I knew, it is the first time death has been among my close friends. Now I sit here in my cubicle with four minutes until the official day begins. Can’t see the outside, where low dark clouds sprinkle cool water on burning concrete south of downtown, and where thousands of people scramble to work… all to avoid the great fear of death… to try to survive an extra hour.
What the hell am I doing in this cube?
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