Wednesday, July 20, 2005
The Elevator Part 2
She got as far as dialing 9.1 and her phone died. “Crap,” she yelled as she tried to get her phone to do something other than die on her. She wanted to bang her head against the wall as she remembered her charger sitting at home. The phone has seemed to have enough bars – at the time. “The one day I...
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Tuesday, June 28, 2005
The Elevator
She walked in the elevator with a toss of her long brown hair. This was not turning out to be her day. Tonight would be a long hot bubble bath, and tommorow would be her escape. She could do so much better than her current job. It was time she did something about it. She adjusted her black backpack...
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