Why is it so hard to accept the party is over? – Original Flash Fiction

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Getting hooked on a game doesn’t get any better. Until you have to go back to work.

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I rip my bra off the moment I get in the door, dragging on comfy clothes while tossing food in the microwave. I guzzle a bottle of water and stuff reheated chicken in my face. I already have snacks at my chair, energy balls and stuff. I have the entire weekend to play Weself and I just hope I don’t run out of toilet paper before I get to work Monday.

 

The first time I tried Weself was at a party. I had h...