

GreyscaleIt was my fourth job interview this week, and they had all ended the same way. Like flakes of paint, the colours were peeling away from him as I watched. At first it had been just a spot on his tie, this otherwise spotlessly clean and correct HR guy. Now his entire tie, butterfly patterns and all, was just a dirty grey strip down his chest. His white shirt, too, is flecked with grey spots. I presume there's some on his pants, too. Some of the colour is falling on his desk in front of him, the rest is all on the floor. I can feel it there.Greyscale
"Miss Chevlin."
He's talking to me. He has perfect English, the Queen's own wor
Scary face
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Food for thought, thought for food.
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Gotta catch 'em all, MOKEPON!
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Food for thought, thought for food.
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I have nothing against God--It's his fan club that I can't stand.
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Love, Katarina
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Commander of the Spacebattles Spec-ops Division
Resident Military Fanboy
And they shall know no fear.
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Love, Katarina
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I have nothing against God--It's his fan club that I can't stand.
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I have nothing against God--It's his fan club that I can't stand.
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