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The rest of the week was rather uneventful. Everything fell into routine. I got the boss man his coffee, pumped out some emails, and took care of some paperwork. It was nearing 7:30pm on Friday when I finally got home to my apartment. I set my wallet and keys down onto the little table near my door. I hang my jacket up and kick my shoes off. I head towards my room on the other side of the house.
As I pass my living room I give my cat a little love. Her name is Freya after the goddess of cats, lust and death. I think that is beautiful just like she is.
The first thing I do when I get to my room is reach behind my back under my shirt unclasp my bra. I then proceed to throw that bitch onto the floor. I head over to my dresser and pick out a very large and in-charge t-shirt that could be considered a dress and some Satin sleep shorts. And when I say this t-shirt is large, and I mean very large even Captain America would be swimming in this t-shirt.
I give a soft chuckle at my own joke moving to the kitchen. Open my fridge and I take a mental note to go grocery shopping this weekend. I pull out a pre-made salad. I then put a healthy and generous amount of cheese on top. For dessert I grab a pint of Ben and Jerry's cookie dough ice cream. I walk over to my couch curling up in a blanket turn on the TV. I eat my salad while watching a shitty reality TV show.
Before I know it my salad is gone. Freya has crawled up at my feet. I don't want to wake her. I forgot a spoon now I can't eat dessert. So, I'll just sit here starving. I flip the channel to the news because sometimes I just like to watch the news lady do her job. Not in a creepy way. I just think she's really powerful and I love her.
Apparently there was another massive explosion in the town about an hour away from me. The beautiful woman on the news was saying that the explosion was thought to be planned a sabotage and revenge. Which doesn't make any sense. It's Vermont what are we going to do hippie you to death?
My phone lights up with a restricted number. Normally I wouldn't pick the phone up. I'm just curious to see if I can find out why the hell Sam "The Falcon" Wilson was at my workplace today.