Clint watched as the toilet paper roll was passed around the table. I pulled off 11 squares. The tissue was cheap and made me wonder if this company cut corners in other spots. My last job had the name brand tepee, not this single-ply crap.
Why is he doing this? I have no idea who these people are and we’re holding toilet paper.
Clint looked at me. “You’re first. You pulled off the most. For each square tell us something about yourself.”
In silence, everyone turned to me. I’m sure they all heard me gulp. I hate this job already.
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