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So, someone stole the petty cash from my office this weekend, which we just found out about, and we're now, pretty obviously, all suspects.
I've never been questioned or investigated before, so I dunno if my paranoia is due to that or to my distrust of cops or what. I don't know if any of you have been in this situation before and have felt something similar, but, even though I know that I didn't do it, I feel all guilty. I've been triple-checking my alibi, for fuck's sake. I feel as if I'm going to find out that I have a massive psychosis and that I did, in fact, break into the office and steal the money. Aaaaagh!
This all comes at the end of a spectacularly difficult/intense weekend in Abigail Land, so I feel like hiding under my desk and crying until they send me home on paid vacation for three weeks.
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