flash fiction: pdf

“Oh fuck! I cannot read this shit!” I hurtle down the hall ping ponging off the walls, people. My goal is the office. “We’re sorry but the office is close today. Fire burns through every fiber of my being. I need to read this shit. Cannot mail it in any form. Oh dear lord What the fuck will I do!

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