The Office is empty. Everyone out for a fishing trip. And The Office has never been this hollow and silent.

They asked me to follow. But I said, three days worth a grip on a fishing rod and a life on a boat where resources are scarce, is totally intolerable. Then I told them 'maybe next time', and I am pretty sure, the Next Time I was telling them, maybe will be happening in after life.

Tomorrow I'm going to watch the sun rise.

Alone, and I'll be there until at the end of my tether.


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