You gaze longingly at the peaceful blue sky outside just beyond the dirty glass window. With a sigh you force yourself to turn away and look at the clock to see how much longer you'd be held prisoner in this place. "10:37 am...!" You groan in frustration as you lean over the counter and look back out the window. It was only your first day and it was dragging on as if you'd worked here your whole life. The only customer that had even come in so far was a fat middle-aged woman who was way too affectionate with her dog. You glance back at the clock to see that it is now 10:41 am. Seems like you need something to pass the time...
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