Author's note: This is just some random thing I wrote up on a whim the other day, as I didn't have my laptop to work on my usual. It's unedited, everything written off the top of my head, and unfortunately unfinished.
It's not often I put my work on display in such a state, but I've been inactive lately, so I figured I would post it for review just to see what people thought about it so far. The other stuff I want to put up needs work. I've not had the time to sit and work on everything at once like I usually do, but I digress.
It will be finished at some point... just don't know when...
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I was immediately turned off by how stale the air
was. How people could live in a place like this was beyond me.
Three weeks have passed since my arrival to Merlot,
the longest three weeks of my life. I grew up in a small town which had made
the adjustment to city life that much more agonizing. Not a day went by where I
didn't think of going home. Quitting would be easy; quitting was always easy.
The unfriendly atmosphere here was enough of a nudge.
Everyone seemed to know each other. Being the new
guy, maybe it was just my imagination acting up. I didn't like this place, and
so I'm seeing myself as an outcast, encouragement from my subconscious, in
order to feed my dissatisfaction. On the other hand, I felt so invisible when
the office was filled with conversation. There never seemed to be any room for
me to join in, and attempts to start my own, just to get to know people, proved
impossible if someone higher up on the totem pole was in the room.
Typical office environment, I suppose, but discouraging
nonetheless.
It felt fake. That's the best way I can describe it.
As fake as the stale air that lingered over the whole city. It was almost
suffocating, unbearable, some nights I wanted to scream.
But I can't leave. When I signed the contract, I
became chained to this place for the next six months.
Our protagonist will find some friends alright 
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