"What does it say?" I inquired, craning my neck to see over his shoulder.
"See you next Wednesday," he replied.
"But it's already Tuesday!" I gasped in alarm. "Can't you get them to reconsider?"
"I don't know, I'll see what they say." He began circling the pointer on the Ouija Board again.
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Is your week going too fast, Paperback Writer?
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No, it's not.
*sigh*
I thought perhaps you were trying to cling to the beginning of the week, though why I couldn't imagine. Most of the week has flown by, but today is dragging.
It was going to be a loooooong Tuesday. Everyone was back and bugging me. Talking at me, asking me for help, begging for accreditation that they knew damn well wasn't going to go through. But the worst part, the worst part was having her officemate back. She was a lovely girl, but for the love of pete could this girl talk and talk and talk and talk. I suspected it was because she did not have any other adult friends to talk to, but the more I got to know her the more I suspected that she just loved to talk.
It only seems like seven days ago it was last Thursday.
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