Slumdog Assassin

Slumdog Assassin

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Fingers clicking on the keyboards. Lead scurrying on paper. The occasional sneeze or fart echoing across the hall, penetrating the white-wall work cubicles and reminding the inhabitants that despite the pin-drop silence, there were still fellow employees all around. Pony had moved to the cubicle next to me via my recommendation; the man with the fluffy sideburns had been hitting on her while she was calling her kids and she found that kind of creepy. So I decided to be a nice fellow and tell her to switch with my cubicle neighbor, Jar Jar. Just makes my job a lot easier. The clock ticks by. My hands start shaking a bit. They always start shaking when it comes down to the end. I had done this about a hundred times but it never gets any easier or less nerve wrecking. I turn my head to look at Pony through the little window in the cubicle wall they gave us to encourage "Employee cohesion". Whatever the hell that means. I could see every strand of her red hair, every lash on her bro
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"Oh," he said, as my back hit the wooden wall. Damn it, of course. With nowhere to go, his arms locked me in between him and the wall. He stared down at me as he said, "So you're trying to piss me off?" His lips were surprisingly close to mine. No guy would ever be this close to me in real life, let alone me being able to handle it; I would've been so timid and afraid. But this was the dream world. I could speak and be as brave as I wanted to. "Yeah, I am," I said. "What are you gonna do about it?" He paused as his eyes looked between the two of mine. Then, he smirked and swiftly closed the gap between our lips. ~~ In a small town in New York, Hazel is your average quiet type. In a school full of clichés, she falls perfectly under the category of "nerd" and has her own little nerdy group of people she loves to hang around. They respect the fact that she's non-verbal. The thing that plagues her is her ability to go through anybody's and everybody's dreams which has a nasty side effect--she lost her ability to speak in the real world. This is not something she can control, nor something that's necessarily dangerous. It just happens. One second she's in darkness, the next second she happens to be in someone's dream. But, when she stumbles into a dream of a guy she never knew existed in her grade of 500 students, albeit his popular status, both her worlds get flipped upside down.

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