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[lefthertainted]

Mio stretches her arms in an attempt to loosen some of the tension in her shoulders. She'd been working on this filing project for nearly a week now, and she was finally almost done with sorting all of the papers. Mio mentally sighed in exasperation for about the thousandth time since she'd begun this project. Seriously, it was like someone had just tossed all of this paperwork in the boxes without even bothering to do any preliminary sorting. It was extremely unprofessional, she didn't know how they managed to stay in business with accounting that sloppy.

Mio finishes the stack that she had been working on and glances at the clock. 5 til noon. Time for lunch. Mio gets up and heads for the break room.