"Hey Y/N, did you know that there is no clock in Las Vegas? I saw a very interesting documentary yesterday on TV and...
- I'm sorry Josh, but while your anecdotes are very interesting, it's 7pm which is when I'm getting out of work so I'm just going to grab my stuff and get the hell out of this openspace.
- But Y/N, you haven't heard the end of my story.
- Oh you know what darling, I'm sure Sandra is dying to know the end."
I wink in her direction, proud of my action, which earns me a nudge in the arm followed by a "bitch i hate you" look.
After this long day of incessant calls, too much coffee and Josh's twenty daily anecdotes, I head to my office and take the elevator. There aren't too many people on the road which means I'll soon be able to bury myself under my blanket.
I badge at my building door and enter the lobby. My gaze turns to my mailbox bursting with ads and letters.
"Well, I might have to pick up the mail at some point."
As I open it, half the letters fall on me.
"Faaantastic."
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Finally back at my apartment, I put all my stuff on the dining table and hurriedly get into my pajamas. I put on a pair of grey jogging pants and my big blue sweater. I love wearing clothes that are too big for me, even more so when it's cold outside.
As I walk back into my kitchen, my eyes land on the pile of mail. A card catches my attention.
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