First, I watch A and K clear their stations and leave without so much as a glance to check if the office walls hadn't crumbled. Six months later another batch moves on, this time with hugs and promises of getting together once a week. Okay, let's see if that happens. As I write this, I can't help noticing J smirking from the other side of the room as he counts his way to freedom - which is 2 months from now. Apparently, everybody's hopping on the next shuttle awaaaaay from here. And I, I will be one of them.
...when the right time comes.
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