I was meeting some friends; we were going to go on holiday together or something. We met in a hotel, myself and these two women. One was meeting her boyfriend there later, the other was a Samantha type – strong, blond and single. She showed me her resume, which was beautifully written in golden ink on golden paper. A single page of magical glyphs, perfectly arranged and perfectly displayed. I looked at it for a long time, trying to find an imperfection, and all I could see was a faint crease where it had been bent.
I don’t remember all the details, and they weren’t really important anyway. The girl with the boyfriend had to leave early because of his job – they needed him and so they had to head back. Our holidays were canceled. The woman with the golden resume left too. And I was left behind, with nothing to do and nowhere to go.

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