Someone took the scissors from the print room at work.

Someone left a passive-aggressive note to ask for their return.

Someone returned the scissors and created a metaphysical dilemma.

Where are the scissors?

Have they ever moved?

Where am I?

What is this place?

How can we be sure what we are seeing is real?

What is my relationship to something I perceive?

Do I create the scissors or do the scissors create me?

Why am I shaking?

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Where are the scissors?

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Bwahahahahahahaha!

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It’s immature, but…

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Proof that propeller hats have always been in fashion

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Czech it out

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Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

I’m fine.

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Tyred

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When work is tough but your desk stationery tells you to hang in there

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Quick Drawer

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Silver lining

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