Shift Happens
He's still breathing, so I guess the bottle will just give him a headache instead of a coffin.
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Two days on, I'm shaking off the past and focusing on finding a new job.
With a cup of strong black coffee parked beside me, I dive in.
Every job opportunity that pops up is a cursed jellyfish; either it's way too low-paying or it's asking for experience that's harder to come by than a unicorn sighting.
And I've got six months to save my beloved granny from a one-way ticket to the great beyond.
Without a coronary artery bypass grafting, or whatever fancy medical mumbo jumbo it’s called, Granny's ischemic heart disease will take a devastating turn for the worse, and she might die.
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