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“Should I stop talking?”
“Don’t, your voice is very soothing”
You could hardly focus on the hushed voices and muted shouting as your head reeled from that shock. You just about sent your entire team into a collective heart attack with your stunt. Which is fair. That was one hell of an attack.
Midnight’s fingers ran through your hair as your head laid on her lap, lying on your back. She continued talking, although the wavering in her voice every few syllables betrayed even her worry. Or was it guilt? You hardly knew. The only thing running through your head was just how shit of a day this had been. It all started when you ran late to work that morning.
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You could help but feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you stared at the piece of paper in your hands. It was a write-up. Second one this month. This was the result of fifteen minutes of shouting and accusations before being shoved into your face to sign. You’d let out a groan, but that would draw the ire of the pig of a man in front of you. Instead, you cursed yourself silently for oversleeping and took the proffered pen and signed your name. Your boss, Mr. Tom, merely shook his head.
“What are we gonna do with you, kid?”
Silence. Then, after taking the slip of paper from your hands, he walked out of the closet and left you to deal with your frayed nerves and the sob that threatened to come out of your mouth. You pressed your back against a wall and slid down, putting your face into your hands. Your nerves overtook your strength and you started shaking,
A minute or two passed before someone knocked and poked their head in.
“Uh, we need you in the front.” A new hire. At least he looked apologetic.
“I… I’ll be up in a minute.”
The Liberal Lens: Finding Life in the Moment 
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