Our corporation sold out to Port Dogs to move us off shore - literally. I and the others start wading into the sea until having to tread water to stay afloat.
In celebration we throw around a football and sing Pink Floyd songs. But I'm thinking, "How long can I keep this up? Everyone else is smiling. Am I the only one struggling?"
I mean, can everyone else tread water indefinitely except me? Or has mass insanity taken over? We each pretend to be happy.
Worst part is, I've no place else to go.
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