Nastya received a strange message from her grandmother, who had passed away two years ago.
Nastya hated Mondays. Especially ones like today—when the printer jammed an important report, the coffee machine decided to go on strike, and the boss nitpicked every comma. “A typical day in the life of typical office plankton,” she thought as she inserted the key into her apartment lock. “Why wasn’t I born a millionaire?” Nastya […]
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