I am posting this much later than it is dated while going through some old journals. I list the souces as a dream about one of my least favorite parts of the corporate world. Apparently, it left lasting scars.
SELF
I’m going down to the crapateria to grab a bite.
OTHER
That won’t…
SELF
Kill me?
OTHER
No, but it will make you suffer.
SELF
That will have to do.
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