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Bob's Office, Sunday morning
Feb. 8th, 2015 11:42 amBob hadn't really noticed anything yesterday; he'd been working on some formulae in his office, and he didn't make a habit of talking to himself, let alone wishing.
He had made a habit of listening to the radio, though. There was always somebody with it on, and it seemed prudent to know what was going on.
After this morning's, he went back to his office, weighed the pros and cons and possibilities as he paced, then finally said screw it.
"I wish I were corporeal."
Bob wasn't exactly an outwardly demonstrative person, so if anybody heard loud cheering from the vicinity of his office, it would have to be due to someone else.
He had made a habit of listening to the radio, though. There was always somebody with it on, and it seemed prudent to know what was going on.
After this morning's, he went back to his office, weighed the pros and cons and possibilities as he paced, then finally said screw it.
"I wish I were corporeal."
Bob wasn't exactly an outwardly demonstrative person, so if anybody heard loud cheering from the vicinity of his office, it would have to be due to someone else.
