Corporate Confession
Dear God,
Today is Thursday and I’m writing to you from my cubicle. I have sat in this rolling chair for an incommensurate amount of time. I come, I sit, I get up, I leave. This is a cycle that I’d believe I was born into if I did something stupid like forgetting my childhood. Thank God for the life I have before and after this. It’s all so dull here.
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