Friday, May 11, 2012


"Right. So, wanna find somethin' to do, or are you stuck here?"

"Stuck good. Better get back to it, in fact." Brian hoisted his rotund torso off the landing with a grunt. "Oh...too many Cheetos."

"Good luck in there." Jason took off down the six flights of stairs, headed for 6th Avenue and freedom from thoughts about Syria.

As Brian snuck back to his desk with his bottle in a backpack, Dave suddenly showed up at Emily's cubicle. His yellow business shirt was a size too large, and she thought it made him look less masculine than usual. "Emily, when is our award winner due back from El Salvador?"

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