One daze at a time...

By Raheny_Eye

Carpet bombing

The sight of the carpet in the conference room made me wish I could command an air strike. Or that, at the very least, I had remembered to pocket my flamethrower before setting off this morning. 

But it eventually grew on me. Like projectile goose diarrhea in a field of clematis grows on you. 

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