Do you know who I am?
> No, of course not. How could I? But is this what you want to talk about? Whether or not I know who you are? Wouldn't you rather talk about something else? Like how bad the coffee's gotten or how the toilet paper is now only one ply?
You've noticed, too? The company seems to be skimping more and more on supplies. I don't know if I want to talk about it, though. I think I'd rather talk about the 'personal item' that ended up in lost and found. I wonder which bathroom it was found in.
> They found it in this one.
Were you the one who turned it in?
> No. It was turned in on Fridays and I'm never in on Fridays. Fridays are dead here. I came in once on a Friday and there was Sam, Angie, and one other person. I guess Fridays would be ideal days to get frisky in a bathroom. :)
:) As far as I can tell any day is a good day to get frisky in the bathroom. No one's ever here anymore. I remember when you had to battle people for the gender-neutrals. Now I can stay in here for an hour and no one notices.
> What are you doing in the bathroom for an hour? ;)
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Missing Things - FIRST DRAFT
General FictionA first draft of a mess about a guy, a pandemic, and an empty office. It's about missing things. One of the things that's missing is a plot. As I said, this is a first draft and it's here for funsies. At some point it'll be taken down because I'll w...
