Time for Work

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a/n: Hey guys, I'm back, and I've edited the previous chapter. I feel like I'm being productive. 👌👌👌👌👌👌👌

I wake up to my alarm. I wonder how likely it would be that I'd hit someone if I threw it out the window. Seeing as how it's 7 in the morning, not very likely. Oh well. Sighing, I get up and get ready for another day at the office. It's a boring job, but I'd probably be broke without it. I just hope Thomas, one of my coworkers, is out sick. He's asked me out at least once everyday since I started working here 3 years ago.

Once I pull up to the building, I see Thomas isn't here. Letting out a sigh of relief, I go clock in. Once that's done, I go sit in my cubicle.

I apparently have perfect timing lately, because my best friend walks through the doors to my cubicle with donuts. This is why I have dubbed this human as my best friend. (Your/BestFriends/Name) is amazing. They snap in my face cause I zoned out. "Yes (y/bf/n)?"

"I brought donuts. Or are you trying that bull crap diet going around?" they joke, as if I've ever refused donuts. "Diet?" I ask while taking the donut put in front of me. "You haven't heard about it? It's all the craze. It's basically the yogurt diet from what I've heard. Don't get me wrong, yogurt's good, but not that good." They have a point. After talking a bit longer and eating a donut or two, we actually start working. Well, I do, knowing (y/bf/n), they're probably watching Netflix, or something like that.

Hey y'all, I got the meme from my best friend. She's one of my meme sources. 👌👌👌👌👌

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