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June 28, 2009
Today I returned to work for the second time for a meeting. Anastachia was flapping her jaws about another boy and was carrying a coffee cup from Bigby's. The more she spoke, the more incoherent she became, until finally she trailed off. We all roamed down the aisles like spores to an area littered with bright purple buckets. Long two-by-fours were laid across them shortly thereafter, creating makeshift bleachers of a sort. The grand-high manager appeared then. She turned with her whole body due to a long-term neck injury. Does anyone know what the customer model, SOLVE stands for?