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an excerpt

An indeterminable brown liquid dripped from the front left corner of the pea-green refrigerator on to the faded emerald and white checkered tile flooring of the make-shift break room. The liquid could have been Coke or perhaps tea, but in the mix of potato chip crumbs, dust bunnies, and mouse droppings, Tomlin could not figure out which it was.

I have the life, thought Tomlin. Working in the middle of all this luxury.