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I sit right next to the fire exit at work. They painted the stairwell outside of it, and the doorframe on our side, in some thick and heinous oily I bet-there's-lead-in-it paint.

Except I can't really smell anything, not even the fumes that are making everyone else around me gag and list. I honestly can't smell it. Everyone once in awhile, out of nowhere, I'll get a whiff that'll turn my stomach, but most of the day I don't notice it. Except for the headaches. And the slight nausea. Both of which may well be caused by caffeine deprivation at any given moment.

I guess that if anyone in the office should be sitting closest to this stuff, it's me. But I wonder if we're all gonna get cancer or start sprouting a third eye or our hair will fall out. How long does this shit take to dry, already?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:16 PM | shower me with attention