Late For Work

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I wake up and then sleep repeatedly. It's Monday. I hate Monday. Who doesn't? I finally pull myself up and look at the clock groggily. It's 9:54am. My eyes widen. I run out of my house and scream for the bus. "Wait for meeeeee!!" I shrieked. I arrive at the meeting just on time. I realize my mistake once I got there. I was hosting a meeting in my cozy pink slippers and bumblebee pajamas. Oops.

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