Ed leaned over the rail and peered along the length of the alley behind his building. Whatever he was looking for, he didn't find it. Ed took the paper and went into the apartment.
He flopped the newspaper on the coffee table and turned the television on. Ed flopped himself onto the couch and pondered how a newspaper he didn't subscribe to ended up on his balcony. The newsman on TV droned on.
"A freight mail plane accidentally released its cargo of newspapers late last night..."
"That's a strange coincidence," Ed said aloud to himself.
"I wonder how it ended up under the flower pot though."
Plot hole, He thought to himself.
"What an odd thing to think."
Ed's dark purple rug neither agreed nor disagreed.
Ed turned off the news, put on some music, and made himself a cup of coffee. He sat back down on the couch and picked up the paper. Ed had been meaning to start his job search in earnest this week anyway. What better reason to start than a freak accident? He opened to the classified section.
Ed perused the options available to him and took a sip of coffee. He didn't want to be a desk jockey again, but it appeared that his options were limited. Sighing, Ed set his coffee down atop the open page, but with a little too much force. Hot coffee sloshed over the edges and down the sides of the mug.
"Oh shoot. My magic paper."
Ed shook the coffee from his hand and set the mug aside. In the middle of the ring left by the spill there was this:
SEQUALIA AMALGAMATED
WANTS
YOU
2727 Circle Square
(free t-shirt!)
"I am not to keen on the fact that I have no idea what the job is, but I am also not a man that turns down a free t-shirt," Ed said to the coffee stain.
The coffee stain coyly refused to answer.
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