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Office Chemical Warfare

Connie Oz –

The cubicle jockey job is only a cover. Writer of poems, observations, and short stories.

October 25, 2014

I entered briefly only but to wash my hands and suddenly my olfactory senses were brutally assaulted. I wanted to run straight away, but already had soap on my hands. I thought I was going to throw up. I was already aiming at the sink. I held my breath to the best of my ability and made a Krameresque exit. Someone saw my exit. I was . . .