Entering the final eight hours of the work week under grey skies, the business park's lot begins to fill with the cars. A slacker-styled girl in a white sedan pulls up and gets out with her coffee, walks to the door of Dana's, bounces off of it, and walks back to her car. She's waiting, now, to get at her paycheck, so she can go buy some new distressed pants.
Ladies and Gentlemen, due to an unfortunate new seating arrangement here, the Business Park Observer will be unable to continue its coverage. The Observer staff regrets this development, and apologizes for any inconvenience it may cause, especially to anyone whose job requires them to know when the UPS truck has arrived, or whether or not claw-on-a-stick man is clawing at the lawn with his claw.
The semi-darkness of the author's new work space offers a view of things far, far less interesting than what was available in the environment of glamour and suspense provided by the Business Park, but in the event that it produces a new publication, a link to that will be posted here.
Thank you for visiting.
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