july 6th, 2017

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[you]
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You tapped your index finger on the side of the cup, trying to get the last drops of coffee to slide into your mouth. You needed all the caffeine you could get.

After you were sure you'd gotten all possible traces of latte, you squeezed the cup until it crumpled up, tossing it into a nearby trash can.

You stared at the computer screen, feeling empty. You'd ran out of ideas. The creative well in your brain was dry.

Graphic design had been your passion for as long as you could remember. You were good at it, too. You'd just gotten a new job a few months ago with a really good company, and you had an actual salary.

You were making a living with what you loved.

But you'd hit a creative rut, a roadblock the size of a mountain, or so it seemed.

And so here you were, doing nothing for hours, just waiting for your boss to waltz in the room and fire you on the spot.

You sighed.

When would it end?
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