Word play.

'Fuck.' Carol checked the temperature of her pot plants and noticed they were drying out. She sighed, just wasn't enough room in this little closet within her walk in closet. She dipped her fingers into the soil and made a sad face. 'I wonder if I can run a cord for a humidifier in here? Bah.' She stood and pulled her clothes out for the day.

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Walking out into her office, she reached back and checked the seam of her outfit. It was a bright orange suede jump suit with matching buckled boots that stopped just below her knee. She checked herself in a mirror. 'I am covered completely in a dead cow. Wow.' Her only exposed skin was her neck, face and hands. The rest...pure dead cow. 'Yeah baby,' she laughed.

Carol turned and walked to her desk. Opening her drawer she pulled out a Capri Sun, berry flavor. 'God damn straws.' She unwrapped the offensive draw and started trying to penetrate the foil of the teeny tiny hole.

[Carol!]

SQUISH! She jumped, sending her straw completely through to the other side of her drink and she squeezed it, all over her desk. 'Simon!' She slapped her hand over her mouth. She took a deep breath and then looked for a tissue.

[Simon?]