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<blockquote data-quote="lmarie23" data-source="post: 34414755" data-attributes="member: 151900"><p>i think it's too late for me to post, but i am anyways. -Lynne</p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">a w a k e n i n g</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><strong>7:15</strong><strong> </strong>7:15 <strong>7:15</strong><strong> </strong>7:15 <strong>7:15</strong><strong> -</strong>off</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"> He sighed and opened his closet door, surveying coats clean and pressed, hanging in rows, pants folded neatly, shoes aligned. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">He dressed promptly, ate, and left for work at 7:45 precisely, where he obediently continued his regular existence, acting as society dictated and wife commanded. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">At exactly 12:00 he opened his lunch bag, studying his ham sandwich, lemon yogurt, and bag of pretzels &#8211; low fat and cholesterol free.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"> And something &#8211; something deep inside him could stand it no longer.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Mr. Jones closed the bag deliberately, his lips pressed tightly together, wadded it up, and tossed it in the can on the other side of the room. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">A perfect shot. He smiled. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Then he opened the drawers of his filing cabinet and strew their contents over the floor exuberantly. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">He spun around on his desk chair several times, opened all the windows, and turned on the radio, cranking it up to full volume. The sunlight was dazzling on the newly fallen snow, the frigid air fresh and exhilarating, and he couldn&#8217;t help singing along with the music, turned up so loud that the whole room trembled. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">He was out of tune and his voice cracked, but he only laughed. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Still laughing, he grabbed his jacket and raced down the hall breathlessly, pausing but briefly at his boss&#8217;s door. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">&#8220;Hey Sam! I&#8217;m off! I quit! Did you hear that? I quit!&#8221; Skipping and clicking his heels together in the air, he finally made his escape, but not before making a quick snow angel on the company lawn. </span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="lmarie23, post: 34414755, member: 151900"] i think it's too late for me to post, but i am anyways. -Lynne [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]a w a k e n i n g[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][B]7:15[/B][B] [/B]7:15 [B]7:15[/B][B] [/B]7:15 [B]7:15[/B][B] -[/B]off[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman] He sighed and opened his closet door, surveying coats clean and pressed, hanging in rows, pants folded neatly, shoes aligned. [/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]He dressed promptly, ate, and left for work at 7:45 precisely, where he obediently continued his regular existence, acting as society dictated and wife commanded. [/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]At exactly 12:00 he opened his lunch bag, studying his ham sandwich, lemon yogurt, and bag of pretzels – low fat and cholesterol free.[/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman] And something – something deep inside him could stand it no longer.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Mr. Jones closed the bag deliberately, his lips pressed tightly together, wadded it up, and tossed it in the can on the other side of the room. [/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]A perfect shot. He smiled. [/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Then he opened the drawers of his filing cabinet and strew their contents over the floor exuberantly. [/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]He spun around on his desk chair several times, opened all the windows, and turned on the radio, cranking it up to full volume. The sunlight was dazzling on the newly fallen snow, the frigid air fresh and exhilarating, and he couldn’t help singing along with the music, turned up so loud that the whole room trembled. [/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]He was out of tune and his voice cracked, but he only laughed. [/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Still laughing, he grabbed his jacket and raced down the hall breathlessly, pausing but briefly at his boss’s door. [/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]“Hey Sam! I’m off! I quit! Did you hear that? I quit!” Skipping and clicking his heels together in the air, he finally made his escape, but not before making a quick snow angel on the company lawn. [/FONT][/SIZE] [/QUOTE]
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