Offices are surprisingly quiet. My tentacles squelching against the keys interspersed with sparse, business-y negotiation are the only rare sounds here. I am fairly thirsty. Odd for a sea-dweller. (What is the underwater equivalent of the water cooler? I wonder.) It's rather like a library in here.
Oh no, I am spending the summer in a surrogate Reg.
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