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I am sitting at my desk right now.
Surrounding me on all sides are trashcans of various sizes, catching the leaks that conveniently drip all around me.
Above me is a black holes with wires, where the ceiling has been removed.
Below me are the remains of crumbled soggy ceiling tiles.
I suddenly feel like I've been sent to work in the leaky basement of a secret underground resistance movement. Does it make things more exciting? Who knows.
Surrounding me on all sides are trashcans of various sizes, catching the leaks that conveniently drip all around me.
Above me is a black holes with wires, where the ceiling has been removed.
Below me are the remains of crumbled soggy ceiling tiles.
I suddenly feel like I've been sent to work in the leaky basement of a secret underground resistance movement. Does it make things more exciting? Who knows.
