The Case of the Disappearing Stute
The following anecdote must be read with your face under a flashlight and a spooky voice:
It was a dark and stormy Thursday night.
The lights were dimmed outside of the Stute Office, and there was no soul in sight. Jiya was crouched in a corner with her feet tucked under her, staring at the illuminated screen in front of her.
- She had sat in a singular position for several hours, her back hunched over, eyes becoming dreary.
- She was hoping for the work to be submitted in time.
- Her fingers brushed over the keys quickly in a repetitive manner.
Before she knew it, the clock had rung 6 p.m. Jiya had never known what happens if she did not make the 6 p.m. deadline.
Author's summary: Jiya's work submission deadline approaches.
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