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| Bye Bye, council house. |
After sipping my tea of this abandoned council house. Yeah, disguised when the estate agent rolls in, then living there in my blended form. This is my situation right now, I am sure to clean up, yet this shapeshifting power ensures that I have a roof over my head.
There was this job offering to make a living that's going to put this body into good use. Thanks, I knew is if I strolled through enough internet searches online at the work centre. I'd knew it. These benefit checks aren't going to cut it for me.
I've worked the upholstery business before. So this job offering of being a working frontman looks like there are no strings attached. I get to do advertisements as a copywriter and as a model, what can be more fitting for a couch golem like me? I'll even get a room where I can rest with the others.
Being a mascot is better than being an outcast.
It comes with a gym presumably, and it's all the rage with other workers, There's this smiling Victoria chair named Vix, probably a worker there.
I know I'm a squatter, may this be an opportunity that may be moved up in rank to something with my dignity. This will save me moving into that shipping container out back, clearing it out and eating out of tins from the homeless shelter. Not really into the hobo-lifter life.