Let us trigger [Bites the Dust] and go back ten minutes.
A flushed and excited Soyo Nagasaki, leaning on her mother for support, stepped rather unsteadily off the giant pendulum ride. Young people like Soyo could handle sensory thrills pretty well, but her mother certainly could not; she felt as though the moment she let go, she would collapse right onto the ground.
With the recent economic downturn, work at the office had slowed down considerably. Rather than sitting at her desk every day chasing clients and orders, she figured she might as well burn through some of her accumulated vacation time to keep Soyo company and make up for feeling like she had fallen short as a parent.
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