With no kids around for a time, you've been stuck with the incredible disgusting job of cleaning out the PlayPlace, an indoor playground made up off winding tunnels, slides, a trampoline, and a ballpit. Kids would leave their shoes at the entrance and come to run around screaming in the germ-filled plastic jungle. (You had twice found a used diaper in the ballpit) Kim had switched your name in for cleaning duty for the rest of the month as a part of her typical retribution.
Your stomach ache passed quickly passed, but something felt somewhat off. Regardless you go back to cleaning, eager to get done and thoroughly wash your hands. As you work, a mother comes in with two bratty looking kids trailing closely behind her, one around 8 or 9 and the other being preteen.
You aren't done cleaning yet and the two girls are eyeing the playground like little sharks. You don't know what to do, so you just keep trying to scrub out what you hope is brown tinted gum from one of the tunnels. As the two girls break away from their mother can come charging towards the slides and tunnels, your stomach ache flares up again, this time accompanied by blurred vision.
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