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The Silver Lining

“Not the dishwasher again!” Kim kicked the piece-of-junk machine and winced at the pain in her foot. She’d accidently kicked the dishwasher with the sprained one. She hobbled over to the table, cussing all the way. After grabbing her cold cup of coffee and limping out her apartment into her car, she managed to make it to the second rate law firm she worked at.

“Hey, Kimmy!” Kim grimaced at John and made it to her office without further harm. The mountain of papers on her desk threatened to topple over at any moment but she’d get to them later. She also had about twenty messages to take care of and twelve people who she needed to meet with today alone.

“Oh, yeah,” Kim turned around and saw Penelope in her doorway. ‘Why can’t I look like that?’ Kim thought to herself bitterly. She used to work out and work on her face for an hour every morning but now what was the use? “You got a package!” Penelope pointed to a box on Kim’s desk. Kim saw a familiar address and smiled. Merry Christmas from home.

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