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“Have you been on a plane befoor? Ees eet a good investment?”

       Monika was trying to muster up any kind of inspiration to write, but nothing would come. Her pen tapped hopelessly against her desk and she rubbed her thumb along the side of it, feeling the gold rivets. She’d zoned out somewhere in her little tapping session, and then when she was full of reality again, she looked up, expecting to see somebody. But there was no one. She got up and brushed her bangs out of her eyes, making her way out of her office, until she bumped into someone coming in. “Sorry,” she muttered, “I was going to go for a walk, I didn’t mean to--you know,” she made a gesture with her hand, “Whatever. Anyway, what do you need?”