Everything in your day so far has been rotten. You were fifteen minutes late back from your break, giving your boss that oddly satisfied, pinched look you hate. Your car is making a whistling sound. Your boyfriend didn't call. But..there is one square left of the Caramilk you left on the counter. Life is good.
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