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While Amanda was having her trials and fun during that tumultuous day, Tony had a hard time focusing on his work. He stood by the copier for a while pondering the coming duty he’d placed on his own shoulders. The thing was up there waiting for its next victim, and he didn’t doubt that he’d make a good appetizer for the creature if it could get its slimy tendrils on him.
“Cochran, what the hell are you doing in there for so long?” That was his boss yelling at the top of his lungs, which was his usual volume whenever he really wanted someone to obey him.
“Coming!” Truth be told Tony had stood in the copy room a little too long. His copies were done and cold when he picked them up and hurried out of there.
Tony felt the workday would never end, but like all nightmares he awoke when
