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Eleven Mostly-Functional Adults

comedy◐ Teen
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Priya shoved everyone behind the salad bar. The door swung open and a tired man in a uniform stepped in, holding a flashlight and a sandwich. He flicked on the lights, saw eleven adults crouched behind the lettuce, and froze mid-bite.

The guard chewed slowly, then shrugged. "Honestly? I'm union, I'm off in ten minutes, and I do not get paid enough to chase eleven people." He sat down at a table. "Whatever you're stealing, leave the brie. The brie is mine." Then he went back to his sandwich.

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