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ariel rolled her eyes, “fine, ok, maybe you made some points. i guess i’ll just die from heart disease then, huh? i probably have a couple more good years.” she lifted an eyebrow, “i’m not going to stop working too hard- maybe i’ll cute back on coffee, but not work. my boss would kill me before heart disease could.” she tilted her head slightly, letting a small grin slip onto her face, “i figured you already were a stress relief activity? technically. though, i guess i wouldn’t mind making that a more frequent hobby.”
“a couple?” she laughed. “i think you want more than a couple of years. you’re not even old enough to complain about how old you are yet. not the time to start talking about death by coffee.” melody shook her head as she listened. she never fully understood people who liked working enough to give up the rest of their lives for it. well, people that didn’t have interesting jobs at least. “you’re more important than your job,” she shrugged, knowing she was stating a fact. “clearly i’m not doing a good enough job, then.”














