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Jay closes his eyes, and exhales, trying to calm himself. "Okay," he says aloud. "You saw this coming. You can deal with it." He begins to type his response. "And if you can't..." he continues, voice beginning to shake, "You only gotta feel bad about it for the rest of your life. Only a couple years, no big deal..."

A door to his left opens as his typing fills the otherwise quiet room. A woman enters the office as she stares down at a few sheets of paper in her hand. The sound of typing gets her attention, and she looks up, a surprised expression on her face. "Oh!"