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Fletch the Oven Master

The fluorescent glow of the Pizza Hut kitchen had never been Fletch's preferred lighting. His natural habitat, the realm of the orcs, boasted the harsh, beautiful glare of volcanic ash and the flickering torchlight of cavernous halls. Here, it was the relentless hum of fryers and the clatter of pizza trays. Fletch, an ogre-type monster whose hulking frame barely fit beneath the low-slung ceilings, had endured another shift. The final buzzer for the last delivery order echoed like a distant war drum. Fletch, whose official title was, "Oven Master & Dough Specialist", slammed a fresh Supreme into its thermal bag. "Done", he rumbled, a sound that made the teenage cashier jump. The red Pizza Hut polo, stretched taut across his broad, greenish chest, felt like a straightjacket. The smell of processed cheese and stale bread clung to him like a desperate limpet. He didn't bother with the staff locker room. The polo was ripped off with a single, powerful tug...
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Jordan and Michelle transcended onto the grass, their lush green canvas a stark contrast to the weight of the conversation they were about to embark upon. The buttercup, a cheery little flower, stood nearby, seemingly eavesdropping on their exchange, until joining in with their connection. As they spoke, its bright yellow petals glistened in the sunlight, mirroring the innocence of their discussion. As others commuted nearby them, an external tension lingered, and unawareness hinted at deeper emotions tangled in their hearts. 
It was a moment where innocence collided with the external complexities of their relationship, and the questions loomed large: Did anyone notice the subtle shift in their dynamic? Perhaps it was time for Jordan to consider a change in girlfriend, at least in the eyes of those who might intervene or speculate about their bond. The whispers of doubt among their friends and family seemed to hang in the air like the sweet fragrance of spring, and the buttercup, in its simple beauty, bore witness to it all.



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