A Completely Normal, Regular Day

You keep walking. You breathe in the fresh air, and you forget all about your presentation. By the time you come home during the evening, you suddenly remember by seeing the stack of papers that were the idea you were going to present. You quickly work on it overnight, panicked.

But by the time the meeting came, you blew. You sigh. You knew you should have spent the week working, you knew you shouldn't have listened to Pinkie.

The end.

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