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~Not of my own choice, I became a hero for peace, and I did whatever I was ordered to do. I killed, and I killed, and I killed. I killed without halting. I killed until at last my heart stopped beating. Every life I removed meant I was one step closer to brokering world peace. And then, at last I achieved it. With such an impossible task, you’d think that would make me happy. But that wasn’t the reward I acquired ‘cause I became unnecessary, and I was framed for treasonous activity not of my own doing, and I was executed. Again, and again, and again! 252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmfLbIa3Kow
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Samantha and Jennifer sat upon their checkered picnic blanket, their cooler onto the side, they were sitting at the Boston Common across the street from Park Street Church. The church overlooked them, the grand church spanned the entirety of the corner of Park street and Tremont street, hovering over the opposite side of the common. The red bricks of the church were dotted with two rows of contrastingly white windows, square on the bottom row and grandly arched on the top. There was a clock on all four sides of the brick church leading up to the belfry, and the belfry above pointed upwards like a castle tower, was white, reflecting off the light of the bright sun.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvRSnQDbCAJ
Samantha and Jennifer took great care in getting the creases out of the blanket. Samantha laid face up, letting the sun beat down on her face, shielded by large sunglasses. She was resting in her t-shirt and gym shorts with her arms resting at her sides. Jennifer was laying right next to her; her face away from the sun as she lay on her belly, her legs bent in the air, shoeless, and buried her face in Pride and Prejudice. Samantha heard the birds chirping as they fluttered to the treetops, and the dogs barking at squirrels scampering up the trees. She heard the annoying sound of some pop music being played by some obnoxious college kid with their boom box. I thought those were out of style. Those shouldn’t even be a thing anymore. She saw at the corner of her eye, Jennifer twirling her brown hair with her finger.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEOcPJM4BNd
Samantha glanced at her silver-chained watch wrapped around her right wrist. Her ponytails rested to either side of her golden head, “3:27.” She read aloud and enclosed her hand to a hard fist. Samantha didn’t like being kept waiting, “When are they going to get here? The sandwiches are going to get soggy! They really know how to ruin a good picnic.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmxA2y1SPit
“Patience is a virtue,” Jennifer snickered, bowing her head deeper into her book before putting a plain bookmark in between the pages before closing the book before turning a playful smile to Samantha, “You know Michael. And Tim is usually only along for the ride. Michael likes to take his time, never a rush to do anything.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIt1HWQXAIl
“You’d think he’d be able to keep time better,” she was being sarcastic, reflecting on the work Michael does: business consultations. “Maybe he’s working.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxFrLzTihXs
“On a Saturday? Fat chance,” Jennifer cackled out loud, turning on her back and covered her face with her arms, “More likely he is just lounging around waiting to come until the last minute, Michael does as Michael does.” Jennifer twirled her left wrist in her hair.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLo08rvOpkH
“Not like me.” Samantha spoke plainly, clicking her tongue. “Consulting and logistics are two completely different things.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPuV4ZryyO6
“No. But who comes thirty minutes early for everything except you? You are unnecessarily early for everything.” Jennifer chuckled, removing her arms from her face, squinting at the afternoon sun. “I swear, you wouldn’t be yourself if you didn’t get to your own funeral thirty minutes early.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6IawFsdd9S
Samantha shot a sharp glare at her. Jennifer wasn’t looking, her eyes were closed as her face was pointed to the sky. Samantha closed her eyes again and turned her face towards the sun. She looked up into the clouds and looked at the shapes in the sky. Samantha reflected on this, yes, she was early for everything with anxiety if she wasn’t running at least fifteen minutes early but was it really all that necessary? Perhaps she could pray about her anxiety for such a trivial matter.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpJUkRbgdJ2
“I’m not that bad, am I?” Samantha didn’t think she was that bad, just punctual. Though, she found more often than not her version of punctual was typically fifteen-minutes early. She was never late.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN6QqkwsYLi
“Well, yah.” Jennifer told her, rather sarcastically. “I invited you over to my house after dinner, which was at five. I invited you at 6:00PM. You showed up in the middle of my dinner. You really are funny with time.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmTCTcS2WK8
“Wait!” Samantha pointed to the sky. “Look right there, it’s a cloud. It looks like—”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ2oRUO9Fhg
“What?” Jennifer interrupted, opening her eyes as she shielded them with her hands. “Don’t tell me? No. Don’t. Sam. Sam. No. Bad. That’s bad! Sam! Don’t say it!”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs9YiZmmFFx
“It’s a curtain van!” She exclaimed.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcCeX9cMH0d
“You really need to stop taking work home with you,” Jennifer sighed as she looked at the cloud which Samantha pointed at. She saw something different. “I see a cloud, an image of condensed gaseous water. Only you would be excited to see some logistic import solutions in the sky.” She looked closely at it and rubbed her chin and smiled. “That might be something, now wouldn’t it? A very entertaining idea to have freight stuck in the sky somewhere! No wonder my lab supplies never show up on time.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4eLCVW90IC
“I’m not sure if that’s what clouds are made from. But it’s a curtain van!”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN6naSSAa70
“I’m not a meteorologist. I’m a biologist. Something like that is a little out of my realm of expertise.” Jennifer shook her head.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmfyo2pwMZh
“Cloud gazing?” came a voice above them.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡncQUpFKJ1t
“Late as usual, Michael.” Samantha scowled at him; his short light brown hair waved as the wind passed through it.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiOPqITtPUy
“Hostility is not appreciated on a Saturday, Samantha.” Michael said rather nonchalantly, smiling. “Besides, I brought a Tim with me.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFoABbfOPuk
“Cloud gazing,” Tim repeated and pushed his glasses closer to his face as he looked to the cooler. “I see you brought the sandwiches. Did you get drinks too?”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzGRDZCBZIA
“Really,” Jennifer put her hand defensively on her chest. “Really? You think we would forget such things? Do I hear a sense of distrust from you, Tim?” She stood up with Samantha as they went over to the cooler to open it, inside the cooler were sandwiches, bottles of water, granola bars, and cans of soda.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzkECkHTMbf
“I never knew you to be reliable,” Tim directed his joke to Jennifer, wiping some sweat from his forehead.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGQzyVxsFaK
“Wow!” Samantha exclaimed to Tim. “Rude.” She turned her attention to Michael. “So, anyway, why were you so late?”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx2m6cYwial
“Well,” Michael sucked his teeth as he scratched his back over his shoulder. “I was with another friend. He needed someone to talk to. Today,” he deeply exhaled. “You see, his mother died eight years ago in an accident, I think. Today was the anniversary. She died in Nevada. There was some training accident with the U.S Army that apparently went horribly wrong, killed over two-hundred thousand people. So, he needed a shoulder. Well, that’s what he said.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBUJOsUszvy
Samantha sucked her teeth in, her eyes stretched open, and her chest puffed to take a breath. “You could have invited him to hang out with us, Jennifer and I wouldn’t have cared.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHdAS4u7xhO
“I did but he declined,” His smile faded. “He certainly needed a friend, I was there until he was over it, just to make sure he was going to be okay before I left him.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8UueVMLOV1
“Well, let’s put these grim talks aside for now.” Jennifer said, clapping her hands together. “I’m hungry. We’ve waited long enough!”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCD9vGqQ3pH
Jennifer pulled out the wrapped sandwiches, tossed one each to Samantha, Michael, and Tim: Then tossed one each to them a bottle of water. They unwrapped their sandwiches and ate.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGEILJGl4vi
“What is this?” Tim spat it out. His face cringed as his mouth made obnoxiously loud chewing noises.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm15V7WPc1a
“Oh, that’s just peanut butter and jelly.” Jennifer shot a smile over to him with her eyelid drooped down halfway.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEec8p8APzi
“What! You know this! I am allehgic to freaking peanut buttah!” he cried out.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB5Mq4VbGBn
“Well, well, well,” she snickered as she covered her smile with her mouth. “I hope you didn’t fehget yeh epi pen.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4Qtc6GwO5E
“Tim, shut up and eat. We all know that’s a lie. You just hate peanuts.” Michael had some of his sandwich hanging out of his mouth.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡROhdAhcZ7O
Samantha said nothing. Samantha was a little distracted thinking of Michael’s friend, and those many people who died. That’s a lot of people.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnSMpLfSe3j
“Michael?” She asked.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTQhRIbcAdt
“Hmm?” he took a bite and was chewing on his sandwich.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5bBxf5CId3
“That incident you mentioned,” she began.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ87axaDLo1g
“Not this again,” Jennifer shook her head as she took a drink of water.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKt3oZQR0fj
“Did you ever hear anything about that incident? I can’t imagine something like that happening here,” Sam asked.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzRV4WeVJZ9
“I have not. But then again, it was eight years ago. We were all likely still in middle school, except maybe Jennifer here.” Michael snapped his fingers to point to her. “Where were you eight years ago? Jennifer, you must have heard something. I mean, that’s a lot of people. I find it very hard to believe there wouldn’t be a lot of media attention. Maybe Uncle Sam covered it up well. After all, a mistake at that kind of scale would only tell our enemies we’re weak.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8rE1AAZK1F
“The only problem with that theory is that there weren’t wars we were involved with back then,” Tim argued. He rose his chin up. “However, there always was the possibility they were hiding something they didn’t want the general public to know, you know about the rumors on Area 51, aliens, spacecrafts, and so on.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWgoQmJAzYH
Jennifer took a drink of her water. “Not much. I think I was over in Texas with some family. I did hear something about it. But the news came in very briefly and in spurts. Like the news could have been censored, kudos for you Tim.” She snickered at him. “News censorship happens, doesn’t it? We’ve had the most recent election to tell us that. Besides, with a wealth of information, any number of them can be falsified facts, and if someone reports on fake facts, they could get their butts sued! For the first few days all I remember was that Nevada was a war zone for over eight weeks. That was the only thing consistent regardless if you watched left-wing or right-wing news. U.S government officials finally came out and said it was a training accident. I didn’t believe it; still don’t.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH6usd4eyrO
“A training accident killed twenty percent of a million people?” Michael nearly spat out his water. “I don’t know if I believe that.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0KUqE1nLRV
“Well, I don’t think many people believed it. But it did happen around Area 51. So, it is believable it could have been an accident, I guess. I mean they hide things pretty well there, and most people who believe in aliens would believe that. Alien laser just went off!” Jennifer waved both her hands excitedly with the last statement. “Well, it was eight years ago. Most people probably forgot about it252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBUN7NSvs4n
by now, well, unfortunately except those who lost someone close to them, and it was in Nevada, so we probably don’t know too many people who would have been affected by it. That’s not exactly something someone likes sharing. Hey, my parents died in Area 51!” she attempted to sound gleeful. “Nothing. When would that ever come in conversation?”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcAJ80FGozn
“Almost never,” Samantha commented, she loved Jennifer, but sometimes she can feel cold. She knew Jennifer wasn’t a cold person, but with her bubbly and spontaneous personality, the things she says could come off cold. “But they had children who they left behind. It’s sad really.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRSLDaRdaIg
“It is in the past. For some, it is best left there. For others, they will never forget. And the memory will only die when they do,” Jennifer replied more calmly.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4BYtxdbFXy
“Well, it serves no purpose focusing on something like this right now. It is in the past, and apart from Michael, none of us really know anyone directly affected by that, unless they are exceptionally good at hiding it. The only thing we can do is pray for their peace of minds,” said Tim. “Hey, I have an idea. Let’s throw the pigskin around.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqz16rr0NOt
“That’s a great idea! I haven’t done that since high school!” Samantha jumped up at the suggestion. I guess it was my fault for keeping up with the subject. Sam was especially thankful for Tim providing an out of that conversation.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLYcn37aRY1
“That wasn’t that long ago, it’s only been six years,” Michael chuckled. “You say that like it’s some kind of throwback.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUKlcI64BAO
“It is,” she replied.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWiLXk5Afc1
“You were on the football team?” Tim seemed surprised.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM3nBXqnZJQ
“Yes. I was. A little-known fact, I was once a tomboy,” she answered.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8E7S6FfcZw
Samantha proactively packed up the picnic blanket and cooler and brought them to her car, which was parked not too far away. She opened her trunk and put the picnic supplies in, slamming the trunk shut.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ58ToMWWGxl
A lone man by the crosswalk caught her attention. His hand was in his shorts’ pocket and he stared blankly at the trees over by the common. He seemed, happy, with a smile written across his lips, but his eyes told a different story, sunken with lack of sleep and outlined with puffy eyes.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSiUPLFgrgP
She returned over to her friends, who were already tossing the football. She sprinted in and intercepted a pass intended for Michael.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI0T8H0F2jB
“Uhm. That’s my ball, Sam,” Michael turned his palms to the sky.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqbfoESL2CF
The first signs of a city at dusk appeared when the streetlights flickered to life, illumining the sidewalks, which were more hushed, and empty. The light over Park Street’s MBTA station lit up the faces of people standing in limbo of it. Droves of people briskly walked through the station’s steel-frame doors to try to catch the train. Some individuals still lounged by the fountain, sitting on252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlf45zcpyHv
benches and chairs, others relaxed on the grass, laying down and looked up at the empty sky with no sense of time or place to be.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3YRSrzpyyK
“Michael?” Samantha asked as she threw the ball to him.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBXsmpYdoi7
“Yeah?” He let the ball strike his chest as he caught it.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5TNjh5XcHo
“It’s getting late. I want to walk through the Garden before the sun completely sets.” She pointed at the shining streetlights. “Can we?”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLQ5QRyDhNs
“Honestly, that sounds nice,” Jennifer exclaimed, letting out a yawn. “We should all go. Isn’t that right, Tim?”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwpzEjgFJnx
“Tim didn’t say no.” Samantha answered for him.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc7i4ASKq4g
“Wait, I didn’t—” Tim opened his mouth to protest.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡblyCX3w11F
“Then it’s decided. Come on, Tim, I know you don’t want to but it’s not far. It’s not a big garden, man,” Michael said. “It’s literally on the other end of the street.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5vt2lla7q0
Tim sighed, “Fine.” He put the ball back into his little traveling bag he kept with him everywhere. “Let’s go see this Boston Public Gahden.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi8bb9yT7yD
The four of them walked through the other side of the Common, leading them across the street and into the Boston Public Garden through black gates. They were underneath the covering of trees. Some swans were floating down the body of water to the right side, and on the water was a covering of leaves, hiding something underneath.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnZRy12zO9Q
Samantha found something peaceful about it. It was quiet, soft, like the good Lord’s creation. Everything seemed to be in perfect252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwFyzR7NN6R
harmony here, nestled away from the city but protected from the loud busy noises of the car horns and alarms, the natural noises of the miscellaneous birds, insects, and squirrels drowned out what little cars drove by. It was a little utopia inside the hustle and bustle of the city, right in the center of Boston! It reminded her of the woods in Vermont, a place she rarely visits anymore now she’s left.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyG8UQ9G5eL
Tim and Jennifer were talking amongst each other. Samantha chuckled behind them as the Jennifer, the bubbly biologist had a way of annoying Tim, the introverted events coordinator. One might think that Jennifer should be the events coordinator and Tim the biologist. It was this irony of the personality traits and their respective careers that made Sam chuckle. Of course, one might think they were dating with the way they talked, but Sam knew better.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjsM3sW9MCb
It was good to just slow down a little. Samantha appreciated that Michael had a similar busyness to their respective work weeks, being able to just simply settle and get drawn back in with the majestic pull of the natural world. They had no time just to sit back and relax.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPWB7zjqFSI
Samantha suddenly noticed that the air suddenly felt wrong, and thin. Exhaling the frost from her breath, she stopped in her tracks with gaping eyes. She felt the cold air fill up her lungs. Her hair stood on ends. The cold air felt like a cold day of winter to her, she rubbed her shoulders to warm herself up. It shouldn’t be this cold. This is spring! She turned her head to see the man from earlier. His hand was still in his pocket, his smile was still wide, too wide. Again, just like before, he wasn’t looking at anything specific. His stare was252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8ixF9RdjiL
just blank: his eyes sunken in, and overbearingly tired. This man was to the world as his smile is to his face: out of place, like he and it doesn’t belong here.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSD1LcIzOUU
She moved her feet again, catching up to Michael before the man would notice her looking at him. There was something off about the man, but she couldn’t place her finger on it, the fact remains, the sudden temperature drop was unnatural. Shortly after returning to Michael’s side, the warmth returned to the air, or perhaps she just entered an area where the air was warmer. Perhaps she was feeling things that weren’t there.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVQKIHgkQUJ
“That’s much better.” She felt a little at ease returning to a sense of equilibrium, where the air felt natural, rather than the little pocket of superstitious air she walked through. Did anyone else notice?252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdTYkNtiXwM
“What?” Michael asked, turning his head to her but kept walking towards the end of the Gardens.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvR3vzrQ7km
“Didn’t you notice the temperature drastically drop?” Samantha’s eyes narrowed. “The temperature just dropped back there. I hope I’m not experiencing hot flashes.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6qNWt8wywJ
“I wouldn’t worry about it, I mean, I didn’t notice,” Michael said. “It’s New England. We experience four seasons in less than a week.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdVwxpeYOt8
“That may be, but it shouldn’t have dropped that much!”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtyOMne9SuC
“I told you, Sam, I’m not a meteorologist.” Jennifer called back to her, turning her head.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpml7CVEL72
“I wasn’t asking you!” Samantha snapped.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmNqVSSPsZC
“Well, that was rude.” Tim commented, looking back at them over his shoulder as he kept walking. “What’s got you all worked up?”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtVgDPkmvdq
“I just—I just saw a man.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpcUbRWIIi0
“This is Boston. There’s always someone around.” Michael chuckled, likely finding Samantha’s little episode humorous.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4mOlsNtOPr
“Not with a blank stare. Not with a smile as wide as his.” She replied, “And the temperature.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbukl8K8voi
Jennifer looked around behind them. “I don’t see anyone.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ32g85Ax1m5
“You could just be imagining things,” Michael replied.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0cxZ4RzR5c
She shook her head, clenching her fists at her side, “I know what I saw; I know what I felt.” She turned to try to catch a glimpse of the man again, only this time, he wasn’t there.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM8hU49unqh
“You didn’t have a load to pick up, did you?” Michael asked. “You know, one of those Saturday loads that needs to be picked up, but you have no way to confirm if it did or not until Monday, and by that time it’s much too late.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkW9hAUvyt8
“Gosh no! I took care of that one already,” Samantha said as they finally exited the garden.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj8w71QxI1I
“Aww. Where did the sun go? I still want to be out,” Jennifer yawned. “Kong’s is not far off from here.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7ZQraDNMjD
“Cheap beer,” Tim commented.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC6Jwrb9y5O
“Not me,” Samantha didn’t want to go out anyway, the presence and disappearance of this peculiar man made her want to curl up in bed with a book. She also didn’t want to spend more time with252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUyLs7VQOy5
Jennifer or Tim, they especially didn’t seem to believe her. She was a tough woman, but she couldn’t help but feel hurt that none of them, especially Michael, believed her, “It’s too late for me right now. I’m still recovering from that nightmare those two drivers put me through yesterday.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ23hxCqJEnT
“What did they do?” Michael asked. Her trucking nightmares were never boring.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHjhjWoK6WC
“The driver just dropped their trailer in the doors and unhooked their trucks from their trailer and drove off to get breakfast without telling anyone. Back-to-back. Then my customer got frantic because as far as he was concerned, he lost a truck but inherited two trailers he didn’t want anything to do with!” she said, letting out a deep sigh. “Oh well, at least he pays well for every other load he gives me. Alright, I’m tired. I’m going home, going to bed. I’ll start fresh in the morning. Tuesday?”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDgQB5eADCs
“Yes,” Michael said. “As long as I don’t get caught in one of those overseas conference calls. Those are a pain.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNSW16wR0fd
“I hear you. Michael, are you coming?” Tim asked.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtkiZDllPjy
“Nah. Next time,” he replied.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFRk86vmIyp
“Party pooper,” Jennifer frowned.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡON6ydWXgep
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