The fire door that should always stay open at the back of Lynch's office, the one that takes us out to the garden, is now locked. And bolted. And impossible to get out.
This is dangerous. And very sad. No more work picnics. Boo-hoo!
Hello, lovely garden. I can only enjoy you through the window, now....
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