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[fierygiraffe]

I died last night. I was at work, scheduled as a ticket tearer once again. But for some reason, all these people from my old job were there; namely, Mr. Jones. We were up in the old break room but it was really dark. Mr. Jones told me that we were under attack. Bombs were dropping all over the states. He wanted me to go downstairs and take cover,

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[xposedangel85]

I'm confused *scratches head* Are you okay? :/

[fierygiraffe]

haha, I was being cryptic. It was a dream.