Shrinkage 8

I had to work late this evening. A biannual thing.

Biannual = all too frequent

Damon the district personnel had his cameo at our humble establishment.

I was clad in a twinset sans the cardigan. Damon nearly threw a fit when he walked in on me engrossed in physical inventory adjustments.

"Whoa! Your arms!" Cried Damon. "Have you lost a lot of weight?"

"No," i responded. "I've been at the same weight for a year now." I chuckled, "You've just never seen my bare arms."

"You're really thin," continued Damon. "Are you okay? Are you sick?"

Oh, i'm sick. I... am... sick. You have no idea.

This, btw, proves my invisibility.