A tough day...

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A long sigh left your mouth as you made your way to the nearest convenience store. The sun felt hot on your back as you felt a sweat droplet run down your cheek, wiping the sweat off, you thought to yourself about Rohan. Rohan was at a rough point in his life. He was suffering from major writers block and barely could do anything. You were nothing but an assistant to him. I scanned over the snack isle and grabbed three bags of potato chips for Rohan during his difficult time. This was my life. Being a slave for Rohan was my destiny. Your job consisted of making tea, getting snacks, getting supplies, and coming up with ideas for Pink Dark Boy. Rohan didn't seem to care for you in anyway. He only thought of you as an assistant. You handed the friendly cashier the money and quickly left the store with the potato chips in hand. The summer sun was setting in front of you as you walked back to Rohan's place. He'll probably yell at me for something. Maybe I got the wrong brand perhaps? Who knows...Rohan is a huge mystery.

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