I could’ve sworn my welcome lurid dream happened after waking at three, though that would mean it awkwardly segued into my later holiday-themed one in an office, it was dark, later in the evening, and as we all headed for the exit, our bubbly Kelly Kapoor became decorated with firefly-like lights slowly falling from above. Everyone cheered as they received their own shower of special effects—me, however, mine was but a trickle in comparison to the others, and I thought maybe that was because I remained preoccupied with the stupid job and didn’t share in their wonder, their laughter, nor embody the same joyous spirit that flourishes in the human heart and connects us all. I probably should have, considering I had finally gotten some earlier.
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