It was one of those days. Really it was one of those days, on steroids. Still, Peter tried to keep a smile on his face. It wouldn’t help to complain. Everyone would just blow up if he did.
His friends would probably tell him he had “first world problems”. He hated that phrase. His problems were big enough to make him feel swamped, so in his mind they were still problems.
Peter had cut himself at work, there was blood all over his clothes, and now he had to dispose of not one, but two bodies. Life just wasn’t fair!
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Never Short On Words 