melanieb

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I am standing in an office building. The walls are thetypical granite paneling, and lighting is subdued but just enough to be noticedover the ambient light coming in the front windows. I am an agent, for someunknown agency, and I have been discovered in the building. Behind me and to myright is a security agent of the building, dressed in a dark suit, standingwith his hands crossed in front of his stomach. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The man talking to me has short blonde hair, and looks alittle like an asshole. He’s thin but not sickly, and wears glasses and awhitish-yellow shirt. He is grinning almost maniacally and seems almost excitedI was caught, because his plans for me are certainly evil.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Take her down to the lower levels, and show her what wehave in store.” The blonde man sneers this last part, as if to emphasize howmuch I will hate it down there.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I am led off by the agent and as we wait for the elevatordown I find myself too close to a concrete ledge with no protective barrier.For some reason, my leg is dangling over the side, and I feel slightly anxiousto pull myself back up and prevent my fall. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I kind-of skip over the elevator ride down and suddenly findmyself at the bottom of the tower/office building. I am able to see all thesupport structure for the building, braces and beams, all filling up acavernous basement area which is illuminated by large, rectangular lights andgreen lasers. The lasers are originating from the lights themselves, and I takea moment to ponder their function. It never becomes clear but it looksimportant, and it certainly make an impression. I decide it’s just an oddchoice of decoration and move on.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]x I am not indoors as expected but in an exterior space,hundreds of feet below ground surface, staring up at the tower which is supposedto be one of the tallest buildings around. Looking up at it, the structure isindeed immense, and I find myself in awe of its construction. Somehow thisdoesn’t seem like the torture I expected.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The agent, which had been following me, quietly slips into thebackground, and this seems like a good time to make my get-away. Running alongthe basement level I come to a more inhabited area, surrounded by offices,shops, and an escalator leading up. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Instead of taking the obvious escape route I duck into anoffice on my left. The office is empty, as is the attached conference room andthis suits me as I scramble around frantically looking for the rosemary breadfor the mice. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Scattered around the conference room are several baskets ofsliced bread pieces, all of which are quite yummy. One is a sourdough, anothera multi-grain, but I still can’t find the one I need. After searching throughfour baskets I finally come to the basket I need, which contains a variety ofbread I identify as rosemary. It has the appearance of a sourdough loaf slicedinto ½-inch pieces, all buttered and covered in herbs. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I taste a couple pieces, and it is quite good. Rememberingthat the mice need this bread I grab a half-dozen pieces and shove them in oneof the pockets of the smock I am now wearing. With nothing further to keep me here I run out of the office and downthe hall.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I reach the end of the hall I find myself in the thirdaisle of a toy store. My daughter is here and she is cutting out pictures froma catalog, some sort of project for school. The pictures she is cutting are oftoys she likes as well as images of babies, and I offer to help. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Taking up the scissors I begin to cut. There seem to be alot of people around and their commotion adds to the frantic feeling of the situation,and I cut faster. I know this is somehow important but I don’t recall herhaving this project assigned in school. Fortunately, the dream ends before Ibecome more impatient with my inability to cut a straight line.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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