Reginald Falterbottom road the bus to work. He woke up at 4:45 A.M. each morning, and nearly stepped on his four cats as he tried to navigate his way from the bedroom to the bathroom. Each day he made a cup of coffee and read his morning email while having his whole grain bagel and French roast with two spoons of sugar.
Reginald always left the house at 6:15 to catch the 6:25 bus, which would pick him up at the corner of Wessell and 63rd, and he would ride approximately six miles to the Conrad building, where he worked on the sixth floor transcribing audio recordings of client meetings for a high profile lawyer.
However, on the morning of the 11th, Reginald felt that something was off as soon as he got up. Negotiating his way to the bathroom, he stepped on the tale of the big orange cat…
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