Sometimes, when my boss is out giving a presentation, he makes this ridiculous 'fist-pump-in-the-air' gesture that gets the crowd on their feet, and I find myself mirroring it, feeling absurdly connected to this man I spend most mornings avoiding eye contact with. The fluorescent lights above seem to flicker in synchronization, but it's probably just my own caffeine-fueled paranoia setting in as I try to remember if I turned off the copier from last night. Meanwhile, Karen from accounting keeps nudging me, her eyes fixed on some invisible point beyond my left shoulder, silently pleading to join in on this impromptu dance party.
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