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Ash settled into the ugly former dining room and set up his computer again. He tried to think of something to talk about for a segment, but what was there to say? Hi, this is Ash, this is the news, and I’m so angry my hands are still shaking? Way to stay professional. He opened up his browser and dug into social media instead. At least he could pretend he was connected to the outside world.
As he scrolled through his friends’ status updates, he couldn’t help but sigh. They were out there covering important stories while Ash was here, stuck in an abandoned house time had forgotten. They were risking life and limb to keep Americans informed and Ash was going to sit in a chair and smile at the camera.
You’re lucky to be alive at all. Quit your whining and move on.
How often had he
