Procrastination

She enters through the side door and makes her way to a couch against the wall. She sits, pulls out her laptop and begins to work on her paper. “But no no, this is not comfortable, in order for me to properly work on this I need a better seat,” she thinks. So she gathers her things and arises and moves to a cushy comfy olive colored loveseat. She reaches out and pulls the coffee table placed in front of her closer to herself, mildly disturbing someone whose coffee was already resting on the table. In her quest to find the perfect place to produce her paper she is unaware of her disturbance of others.

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