"The morons march through the door and sit down around the chemical scented corporate table. The table is loaded with cakes, crisps and sandwiches, all ready to be shoved into their fat, facile faces. I don't recall any of their names because they aren’t worth remembering. The workers in this office are a stream of blood tainted shit. Emmett and Julie are leading the meeting, they are the only exceptions to my memory-block, simply because I have to look at them more often. Also, they are having an affair. They must have a lot in common, every cancer cell is different but also the same. If you
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