The game (if that's what you'd call it I guess) is pretty self-explanatory. Just paste whatever you currently have copied on your clipboard! If you don't have anything, then I think your most recent Internet search will do.
Rules:
+ Wait 2 posts before posting again unless 24 hrs+ have passed.
+ I know that you could have anything copied on your clipboard, but try to keep it all PG-14 or below.
+ Don't make fun of what someone had copied on their clipboard. That's just rude.
+ It's okay if what you have copied is something like advertising. Just don't use it as an advantage.
+ Not really a rule, but feel free to say a little something (or a fun reply) I guess lol
Have fun!
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This late at night, the facility was always deserted. Kevin was used to working late, left as one of the few people maintaining the facility even when the cleaners had gone home.
He didn't mind this - in fact, he preferred it to the place during the day. Living on-site wasn't the worst, but it wasn't the best, either. But it was all that Kevin needed. Quiet halls were comforting to walk down, better than being bumped into and bothered by his coworkers in the day.
Of course it wasn't all perfect, though. Nothing in life ever was, at least for Kevin. Dr. Jacques Crawford, known to most as Crawford, was an enigma of a man. One day, he was a blessing to work with - intelligent, analytical, he was all that Kevin could dream of working with during his school days; others he was entirely absent, with his work showing up completed to impeccable standards the next day. Kevin could never understand him. Nobody could.
Despite how much of a dream he was to work with, when it came to more personal matters, not a single person who worked at the facility could say the same. Especially not Kevin.
Some nights, he'd dreaded waking up for work in the morning. Like a playground bully picked on the smallest, weakest children, Crawford picked on Kevin for the sheer sake of it. He had driven poor Kevin to some of the darkest moments in his life with how relentless he was.
But something inside Kevin still had a strange respect, or admiration for the man. Maybe it was the head on those shoulders of his, or how easily he talked to people, or that he was everything Kevin wished he was. Charismatic, respected, but still feared - Kevin was never an envious man, but he always found himself wishing he was a little more like him.
Or maybe he was just too nice.
i mean
ok
edit: DOUBLE POST IM SCREAMING WHY AM I LIKE THIS
edit again: it's from this i was sending it to a friend HJFKHJDSJHGHJLSD https://toyhou.se/~literature/15001.im-trying