My fingers dug into my temples as I tried to stave off the squiggly lines crossing my vision. It wasn't like I had wanted to read the stupidly fine print of a fifty-five page contract. But with everything on the line here, for my life, for my sanity. I had to make sure I wasn't signing away my first born son or anything.
I needed a new start. And a new start required a lot of contracts and a lot more paperwork.
I exhaled, again flicking my eyes back up to the third paragraph beginning it again since I had no idea what I'd just read.
Why do they have to make it all so complicated? I wondered massaging my temples harder. Why can't they say: If you do A, we'll provide you B, but if you break C then expect D to happen.
Oh right.
Because that would be easy wouldn't it?
And this group hardly liked to do anything the easy way.
-Inspiration from reading a housing contract earlier.
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