A trip down memory lane. Back to when I didn't have to stand out in the rain.
There is a glass room in my office. A symptom of the newness of the place, all style no substance, no commitment.
Just four glass walls, it's a meeting room.
I just can't shake the idea that it'd be really funny to lock a mime artist in there.
Little black hands unironically banging on the glass. In un-mime like frustration trying to break the glass.
Eventually falling to the floor and sobbing - audibly.
I would laugh my ass off.
Conan
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