Alzchuism [alls-choo-is-em]

The mind can perform miraculous feats in a short amount of time. It’s the simple things that baffles scientist, prompting extensive research. Most of which are a waste of taxpayers' money. There is no solution to certain mental processes. In layman's terms, it is what it is.

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“Jennifer, meet Stacy. She’ll be conducting today's Audit. I need you to show her around and answer any of her questions. Thank you both. Gotta run!”

Mr. Williams leaves them to tend to other pressing matters.

“Alright, Tracy. Where shall we start?”

“Um… it’s Stacey”

“Oh! My bad… Would you excuse me for a moment, I need to take this call?”

Jennifer answers her phone, she stays in earshot distance.

“Hey Mike, let me call you back. I’m in a meeting with Lacey, the auditor.”

Stacey rolls her eyes as Jennifer turns her phone to silent mode and sets it on her desk.

“Sorry about that, Macie. The guys in marketing are selling raffle tickets again.”

“Look! The name is Stacey! Would it help if I write it across my forehead?”

“Really? You can borrow my sharpie, its right over-"

“Forget it! Can we just get on with the audit."

"Sure thing... But for the record, what's your name again?"

"It's Stacey!!!"

"That's so odd, my youngest daughter’s name is Stacey. Sorry, I was recently diagnosed with Alzchuism. I have a hard time remembering names. I’ll just think of you as my daughter, if that's okay.”

"Ha-ha, Sure whatever."

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