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Tori raced out of the bathroom, coughing like a maniac, and wrestling with the sleeves of her work uniform. The sleeves unbunched, and she popped her arms through successfully. The manager, Frank, was going to kill her if she was late again. It wasn't like she could help herself. Plus, a little lecture from the leaniant man couldn't do much harm.

She buckled the plain black belt she wore, around her neatly-ironed jeans, and picked up the name tag that read "How may I help you...Tori", on it. She grabbed a thick black hair tie from the table beside the door, and ran out of the apartment and to her car in a rush.

After what seemed like hours, although it was only minutes, she arrived at work. They opened in about thirty minutes, and she needed to get in there, and get waked up. She grabbed her oversized blue purse, and threw her cell phone in it, and opened the door to the car, exiting with a hurry, and running to the side door where a lot of the employees entered. After all, it let straight to their lockers.

She walked swiftly over to her locker, a peice of white tape on the front with "Tori," written on it in her swirly print. She entered her easy-peasy combination, and it opened with a click. Tori shoved her bag into it, and removed her cell phone, popping it into the pocket of her jeans and closing the door to the locker. She stood there for almost half a minute, and continued her way to the employee's lounge where she'd wait for more of the staff to gather- which was their normal gathering spot.

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