I’m choosing not to ask.
Looks like middle management has molted.
Everybody else was going to work. He seemed to be going to an arrangement.
The line between squirrel and deity has narrowed.
There was no attempt at diplomacy.
They’ve agreed to keep it professional.
She’s threatening a veto.
This feels less like an offer and more like a warning.
I took it, because of course I did.
An uncomfortable level of relatability here.
I’m choosing not to ask.
