As the clouds darken and thunder fills my ears with claps loud enough to jarr my teeth, I wonder if the apocolypse starts with the pretty red sunset that filled the horizon last night...
Two of the three secretaries have given their notice after a long morning meeting.
Tension is high.
Morale is low.
And it's all gonna hit the fan.
'Scuze me while I go buy a poncho.
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