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Weird yellow lines mark the grey sparkling floor. Lighter grey garage doors roll open to export more manufactured goods. Plastic particulates plaster the yellow painted blocking fences that keeps fumbling fools from stumbling through. Yellow metal monstrosities powered by small black batteries chase their own blue lights seeming super sentient with an electric consciousness. They beep hard backing up and plowing forward with packed boxes of clear plastic cups coming from the factory floor. Smokers come and go in and out of the glass double door in a blur of blue hats lunch lady hairnets earplugs and safety glasses ending the day exhausted and underpaid.
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 8:35 AM UTC
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Weird yellow lines mark the grey sparkling floor. Lighter grey garage doors roll open to export more manufactured goods. Plastic particulates plaster the yellow painted blocking fences that keeps fumbling fools from stumbling through. Yellow metal monstrosities powered by small black batteries chase their own blue lights seeming super sentient with an electric consciousness. They beep hard backing up and plowing forward with packed boxes of clear plastic cups coming from the factory floor. Smokers come and go in and out of the glass double door in a blur of blue hats lunch lady hairnets earplugs and safety glasses ending the day exhausted and underpaid.
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 8:35 AM UTC
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