“Is it good?” she asks as she crosses the room to gaze out the window.

“It’s OK.” I lie. The wrap tastes like bitter Styrofoam. I think it is supposed to be cheese.

She turns and walks out of the break room. I do not know her.

I crumple up the remaining Styrofoam and throw it away, grab a cup of coffee and return to my desk.

This was the day I checked in my code. Later that evening I fixed a minor bug.
The world as we now know it will soon come to an end.

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