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I couldn't tell what exactly was on his vest. Someone called it 'flare' at one point. Why would buttons on a sash or vest be considered flare? I looked down at my own vest and realized it was completely bare except for my name badge. Was I one of the cool kids if I adorned the vest with buttons and pins? Oy, what do I do? I puzzled over this and decided that next time I went out, I was going to get some 'flare' of my own.
I walk along the corridor, gun in hand. I'm ready to go face to face with what ever I encounter. But...what is that smell? It's not the sour stench I'm used to..it's a sweeter smelling fragrance. Has the corporation developed a new creature that gives off such a sweet smell? The fragrance reaches my nose and I can't help but wonder if this is all just a dream...
I take the bottle of pills off the table. It reads 'Motrin', and I wonder if it'll be able to take care of this headache. My kids are being a pain, and I have no energy to deal with them right now. One is covered in paint (and so are the walls), and the other is yelling at the TV while playing a racing game. I know what to do...Take a breather and go with the flow.
Why do I find myself holding a wrench once again? I was actually going for the hammer seeing as I'm reroofing my home. A wrench would just hinder the process. Hey! Get me a hammer, will you? This bites, forgetting the toolbox on the ground. I should have brought it up here with me. Now I'm sitting on the roof in the scolding hot sun and getting more behind.
Stuck in something...I need a wrench to work it out. Work out this problem, and I don't even know how I got here. A car? why would I need a wrench. It'll do me no good in the long run. I try to find something to do with it, but I'm at a loss. My time is running out with this wrench, it becomes too heavy and I'm not sure where to go with it.
alone in the darkroom...no bed no furniture no anything. no light. nothing is visible. only my thoughts keep me company. those are the only things I find comfort in. the only way i stay sane. nobody here. just me. just my thoughts.
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