You approach the window you know is facing the dumpster outside, opening the window before tossing it out. You close the window behind you before sliding your coat off and draping it on a nearby table. You walk past it, heading for the door. You no longer needed this place, and no longer needed that coat. The night was young, you wouldn't need to be at work tomorrow, or ever again for that matter, and had nothing better to do. You could head home in the hopes of perfecting your god like power, or head out and see how being a god had affected your power to pick up chicks....
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