Turn on a Sixpence

The heavy printer whirred to a stop, spitting out the last of Richard's document. Hazel grabbed the warm paper, her shoulders aching from the grueling morning of menial tasks. She glanced at the wall clock. Lunchtime.

"Hazel, let's grab a bite," Megan called out, slinging her purse over her shoulder.

"Coming," Hazel replied, quickly organizing the files and shutting down her monitor.

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