Working late in the printing room. I still can't help but feel like I am not alone.
It always gets so cold in here, no matter what I set the temperature at.
At least the printers don't overheat. One night I went down to dust the servers,
and I found myself on a floor with no exits, and skeletons!! Of course no one believes me.
I look out the window and think about the future. The world is changing fast.
I can't get her off my mind either. I hear whispers in the darkness that keep me up at night...
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