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A Bad Week #3


Today, I'm determined to make it into work. If I don't go, I'll be in big trouble. Also, I need the money.
I hop onto the bus, find a seat by the window and watch the streets pass by, a little proud to be in the workforce, after all.
My mobile rings. A call from Grandpa. I listen to his frantic voice, Grandma has been taken very ill into hospital. She is dying. Can I make it there?
With a sinking feeling, I call the office. That HR woman is a bitch really, but never mind, I'll be there tomorrow.

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