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a supervisor led me to a cubicle gave me a thick folder of numbers i was told to enter one column of figures into another folder and so on I asked co-workers what were we doing and to what purpose they all turned away confused by my question after a few weeks I ran out of numbers i sought the supervisor for guidance she just kept repeating is there a problem is there a problem is there a problem i will never forget the look of fear on her face

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Book: Shattered Sighs