The flickering fluorescent light above my desk was trying to kill me. I was sure of it. I squinted at my computer screen, zooming in on yet another grainy photo, this time of some D-list actor getting handsy with his assistant in a nightclub bathroom. The pixels were so bad it looked like Bigfoot footage. This is what I went to journalism school for? Holy crap!I held my head in frustration. This shitty life is getting on my nerves. Across the cramped office, Mia Torres, my only ally at The Daily Buzz, caught my eye and mimed hanging herself with a phone cord. I snorted, nearly choking on my third cup of shitty office coffee. “At least you get to go out and work.” She said, rolling her eyes. “I only get to sit here all day, staring into space. My life is worse than yours, Lexi.”My heart sank. “We don't even get to date.” I hissed. Mia chuckled. “Can you marry you,” she pointed at my already worn out jacket. “...in this state.”I laughed, tilting my head back. “Never.”Mia p
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