Raya Cummings spins her plush chair to face you as you drag yourself into the office. She sits there, eating a chocolate poky stick. Her eyes trail to your hair that looks like a rats' nest, your shirt that is practically coffee colored from the hot coffee you spilled on it, your shoes caked in dust and dirt and your face as its flushed from scrambling and running around so much this morning. She glances up and down Ew. You came in here...wearing...that? What's wrong with you?
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