Dying wasn’t the worst thing that happened to Lily that Monday morning, though it was the last.
Arriving at her desk with last night’s recycled “leftover surprise” still threatening to recycle itself once more, she quickly sensed something not quite right in the office– the lethal glares from her supervisor and several coworkers, was the tip-off– and the unpleasant thought began to form in her muddled mind that those alcohol-induced rants she’d posted on facebook for a few thousand of…
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