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‘<span class="mu-s">Game over</span>’
You blink once, then again for good measure as your senses return to you. As you wipe the drool from your face onto the plush chair you’re currently resting in, you slowly regain awareness of where you are. The dim glow of the fluorescent light above you stings your eyes, and the faint scent of lukewarm coffee tickles your nostrils, drawing you to the cheap Dixie cup sitting beside you on the chair’s armrest.
“Ms. Parble?” Announces the chipper secretary sitting at the reception desk a few feet away from you, “They’ll be with you in <span class="mu-i">just</span> a few more minutes, kay?”
Kay, you repeat, earning a pleasant smile from the clean-shaven young man before he resumes tapping away at his computer. Turning your attention back to your phone, you give the game you were playing a disappointed ‘<span class="mu-i">tch</span>’ before stowing the phone back into your inventory.
You must have tried every distraction in the book by now, but nothing’s sticking–despite your best efforts to ignore their calls, you find yourself stuck in the gnarled clutches of <span class="mu-g">GOOD BOY DOGGIE BONES</span> once more… this time in the corporate office.
If anyone in the building cares, they sure as shit don’t show it–evoking your memories of the <span class="mu-g">ADMINISTRATION WING</span> back at <span class="mu-g">THE LODGE,</span> you must have counted over a hundred different suits darting to and fro, in and out, and all around the building. Even the construction workers ferrying building supplies up and down past the window next to you seem to be disinterested–despite all you’ve done, no one spares you a passing glance.
You saved their damn lives, you think to yourself, and they don’t even wanna <span class="mu-i">look</span> at you!
In an attempt to resist the urge to just bolt outta’ here right now, you check your phone one more time for any new messages or distractions.
A video of the lake from your brother… new episode of <span class="mu-i">That’s the Spirit</span>’ posted… a list from Tucker of possible actresses playing your role…doctor’s appointment confirmation for that period you missed… More photos of Mitzi tanning topless at the beach… even Christy couldn’t make it today because of some ‘<span class="mu-i">appointment</span>’ bullshit!
“<span class="mu-r">I know what you’re thinking:</span>” Nats muses as you cross your legs a few times in frustration, “<span class="mu-r">And I agree… I don’t wanna be here either. Gives me the heebie-jeebies.</span>”
That’s putting it lightly, you snarl! How the hell is this place still standing!?
Okay, <span class="mu-i">that</span> got people looking at you...
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