Greetings.
The Committee met last night, and...well, I'm sorry to say, the outlook is grim. You are going to be late to your job, your desk will have turned just a little bit, which will bother you, but in an undefined kind of a way, the coffee machine will be on the fritz, your favorite pop machine will be broken, and all of your favorite pens will either have dried up over the weekend, or the guy down the hall will have stolen them. (That jerk.)
Sorry.
Tommy, the "every man for himself" Decider, Estlund
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