Betrayal

I looked dubiously over at my coffee cup. It was sitting in time out in the corner of my desk. A deep rumbling exploded from my abdomen. Damn!  I kept my gaze concentrated on my paperwork and hoped no one would realize that morning coffee betrayed me. No! Not at work! A sigh escaped as I calculated 7 more hours of torturous trapped gases to endure.

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