Alone.
It was all alone.
The great battles it had fought, the struggles, it meant in the end, nothing. Dejected, the Office Shredder walked, alone, alone in the rain, alone, with only the remnants of those acceptance forms it had shredded still clinging to its teeth.
The world was dark and cold. There would be no sunrise.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
WHERE IT IS ALWAYS HALLOWEEN (and sometimes exams)
