I looked up at the clock. It was 4:15.
I was supposed to finish the shopping center
report by the end of the day, but there were still
thirty pages left. Some of them had intricate
tables which compared attendance at various
shopping centers at different times.
My eyes hurt. It was hard to keep them open.
I felt like putting my head down on the desk
beside the computer.


Uncle Roger File 3: Terminals by Judy Malloy
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