Can we not think of other people and think about ourselves first, for a while? She asked.
She stared blankly at the ceiling, as she spun around and around in the swivel chair. She imagined that as she spun, she formed a vortex that sucked her into another world where she didn’t care about people’s agendas and feelings. She paused, and imagined the world pausing with her.
It was only always for a while that she can stop her motions.
Can’t. Can she just perhaps say no, and people wouldn’t blame her for it?
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