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OFFICE
Ian Seed

Having lost all sense of wonder, he buried himself in his job and dressed up death as duty. His face became a mask, his skin a suit of armour. Over the years his guts filled with a black and stinking liquid, which one day burst from every hole onto his spotless office floor. Let’s tackle this head on, he said, reaching for a cloth, then collapsing and dissolving in the mess.