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Jason Sidgel swiftly stumbled through the office doors, and brushed the cold winter snow off his puffy black jacket. He slowly walked towards the front desk. "Name," a young girl sitting in a chair at the desk quickly inquired. The nametag read, "Maxine". "Jason. Jason Sidgel." Jason calmly answered. "I'm here for the position of assistant writer." Maxine quickly looked up, smiled and said, "Haven't had someone fill that position since Dave passed. Have a seat by the window." Jason nodded, and quickly strode over to the nicely aligned chairs...
*TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of cancer, death, "extermination" and other dark subjects. Now onto the story!* BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. I hear my alarm going off, but don't bother to get up. 10 minutes later, I am approached with the glorious sounds of my military father playing taps to wake me up. "Alright alright i'm up..." I say, groggily. Then I stand up, and smile at my dad. His long, redneck beard, his brown hair, same color as mine, and his missing tooth. He served in the War on Terror, so I didn't see him much as a baby. "You sure, Sir Sl...
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